Really Ready

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I'm a real nigga, talking 'bout what I really have

Cause I fucked a nigga bitch, that's why he really mad

Hit a nigga in his head, I be really glad

Since the day I lost Dunk, I been really sad

A nigga make a hit and dip, will he really last?

A nigga say he hold you down but will he really blast?

They say I'm worth fifteen M's but that ain't really shit

And I ain't content with what I got, got to be really rich

Sold dope on the really, was broke on the really

If you really wanna get it then you know I'm with it

Really wanna go to war with me, not really

You wanna get it then you gonna get it

You worth a mill', not really really

I ain't all in your business

If it's not your girl not really really, then why is it hurting your feelings?

[Hook x2: Gucci Mane]

My young niggas, they really ready

Straps cocked, are ready

These rap niggas are really scary, talk loud but ain't really

We tote choppers like military, niggas gotta get passed us

Your girl with me, you really married, damn I'm fucking your marriage

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

On the real these rappers pussy, nah really, straight up

But meanwhile I'm in my traphouse, with 'bout six different flavors

But fuck that, let's get to it

Took out my scale, broke down the bale, and my clientele ran straight through it

Drinking mud, riding through the city, yup

Selling pea's out the coupe really, yup

Paid fifteen K for my S.S. and invested another fifty, yup

These rap niggas they don't wanna see me, nah

Guess a bitch with me taking off her draws'

Smoking weed and laughing, burning rubber while I'm running from the law

Really, fuck you nigga come get me

I'm a Cashtank nigga and all we do is get money, you feel me?

Know there's two Glock's with me, yup

Got that boy Guwop with me, yup

Downtown rooftop chilling, yup

Quarter mill' on the floor, really

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rulet 1017]

Nigga I'm bickin' back and I'm boolin'

Drop the top, and then foolish

Finessing game with your main bitch, now my pockets is stupid

Fuck with Gucci, get you an issue

You pussy soft, like tissue

Hundred K'll get you knocked out

Put me in the ring, get boxed out

So I jump on the stage, get the team real hype

Gucci throw a cup and the whole squad fight

Bottles on me, so we pouring all night

Nigga get a trippy [?] night

I'm jumping out that coupe, I lost my damn roof

Thank God that boy so fly, we don't need no parachute

So I'm chasing after fix, squeezing on these triggers

Bank account six figures, kick my feet up, Louie slippers

Vacation in the Hampton's, rockstar Marilyn Manson

All for that check, I hold a nigga ransom

[Hook]