Y'all Ain't Ready Songtext

Go just rolled up a joint, that last 40 minutes
Andale, ain't no bullshit, this that real life
When Puerto Rican Johnny left, it didn't feel right
I come from straight from the trenches
You know my Spurt off the hinges
When you come through we don't talk to you, everyone know that you snitching
This is a different dimension
Whatever I want get attention
My partner stay with the pistols
Them pistols stay with extensions

I done got my hustle in the trap
Another star busting in the trap
I got head in the trap
I done got my bread in the trap
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's (y'all ain't ready)
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's (y'all ain't ready)
Five pack, ten pack, twenty pack Thirty pack, forty pack, fifty pack
I can make a mil up, straight from scratch
I can take your girl with my hand tied behind my back

Rap shit, trap shit, recorded this, sorta did it
All my 16's cracking
You gon' need soda with it
Big boulder on my pinky
Get oral sex off a winky
Took so much designer shit on a cruise, the boat started sinking
Well, hit her with D, now she hooked like Phonics
Chopper by the high heels in the damn closet
Baby mama got a damn whole bunch of bags
She know her baby daddy, got a whole bunch of mags
Valentino, Saint Laurent, Dolce Gabbana
Giuseppe shoes, Jimmy Choos, damn red bottoms
Got a .38 in my damn Nike box
What the F [?]
Ain't no competition, I'll be damned I'mma stop
Do I talk to lames, I say damn, I do not
Automatic weapons get to sprayin' out the car
Brand new fuckin' necklace like I'm paying for a car (uh)

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's (y'all ain't ready)
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's (y'all ain't ready)
Talking 'bout competition, ain't no competition
Talking 'bout competition, ain't no competition
I'm in the magazine you can get your issue
Pull up on your scene with a thousand pistols
(Fuck is my ransom homie?)