Ready - Intellectual

Lil cuz just got him a job at Lids, he tryna go catch him a hat

Don’t try to run, yo' ass gettin' hawked like Trae Young

Ricky get, nigga ass getting gone, get buried in an Apple shirt

His ass getting hit with a Mac

Nigga, them Glocks came with a U-Haul, that bitch got a box attached

Nigga, don’t hit my phone asking me where I’m at

You already know where I’m at

I almost nutted but I had to switch positions

That bitch kept throwing it back

Glock with a dick, you better not reach for the chain

Or that bitch gon' bust like a Trojan pack

Come on the Souf and ask about Lu Jimmy

They gon' tell you he overactin'

I’m this shit, go get in the field, I ain’t responding diss

Hit, neighbors like, "What that was?"

That’s a fuckin' switch

Nigga send shots like doctors 'til my young spinna

Come mask up like he sick

Why you mad 'bout a bitch? Man, that hoe for dick

Keep a Glock 'cause I know niggas watching like a wrist

Just like Enterprise, a young nigga been through a lot of shit

In this diss, I’m with a janitor, we ridin' with mops and shit

Don’t be in yo' feelings 'bout a bitch, yo' ass betta stop that shit

Two-tone Rocket chain from Wafi, these diamonds hittin', huh

Think that switch came with a bad speech, that bitch be hittin', huh

They said Jimmy been him, brah, I been one

Drop that low just like a washing machine, go spin some

Huh, uh huh, huh

Man, these niggas hiding like Perry the Platypus

Bro throw that mask on like Jim Carrey

We just fucking, huh, don’t think we all in, we ain’t going steady

Glock on me, I’m dat ready

Fucked ha friend, I’m dat petty

You in dat field, better be ready

Get dat low, bro, you ready

Dem niggas ain’t drop dat low, dey ain’t ready

I sent dat low to the hoe, she ready

Shoot at his top, look like spaghetti

Young knight strapped like Tommy Vercetti

We bring Glocks to the party, we the one leave shit hot, no Nelly

If I call you my bro or call you my fam, I gotcha

These niggas love talking on that web, these niggas like Peter Parker

Nigga, I put dat shit on every day, I’m drippin' sauce like tartar

Lil' cuz love them switches, but he want dat Drac 'cause it hit harder

Bro said he gotta go to court, ain’t talkin' 'bout Vince Carter

Thick bitch with a nice ass, dat hoe gettin' bussed like Marta

Ain’t second strings, everybody 'round me some fuckin' starters

Everybody 'round 'em totin' a cutter, everybody 'round me some fucking barbers

They be sayin', "Jimmy, chill," but niggas keep on hating and dissing

I know you tender 'bout dat hoe, keep on talking, ima have ha missin'

John Madden where I’m from, drop dat low and them spinnas blitzing

Rocket on me, better not reach for this Rocket pendant or I’m hittin'