Ready To Eat

My nigga gon' ride for me

Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me

Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef

My shooters fat and they ready to eat

Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D

These niggas ain't shooters, they tellin' on me

Aim at your bell, taco filling the scene

I'm pulling my pants up, I'm ready to swing (ready to swing, ready to swing)

I'm ready to swing on a bitch

If it go left, up the thing on a bitch

She in love with these balls, put a ring on a bitch

Iced-out nipple piercings, I put that bling on her tits, nigga

These choppers real, no orange tips, nigga

Every month, I go six-figures

We need more straps, bitch, we getting richer

We real killers, never artificial

Step back and pop like I'm Harden (harden)

She see the print in the joggers (joggers)

Thirty-two shots in the joggers (joggers)

These bitches look good on TV, but they fooling like it's McDonalds (like it's McDonalds)

We play with them just like pianos

On the weed farm with Old MacDonald (Donald)

My nigga gon' ride for me

Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me

Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef

My shooters fat and they ready to eat

Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D

These niggas ain't shooters, they tellin' on me

Aim at your bell, tacos filling the scene

I flooded my pockets with parmesan cheese

Tats on his face, he tryna look throwed

Behind those tattoos, I know he a ho

Pull up with that. 40, my shit getting old

If I tell him don't move, that boy striking that pose

2016, we striking for clothes

Flathead in my pocket, we striking for poles

You loving these bitches, you mad 'bout some hoes

Nigga trying to get some holes 'bout some hoes

Nigga trying to get some smoke by the throat

I was born when a squid fucked a GOAT

When it's wintertime, we put sticks in our coats (sticks in our coats, yeah)

My nigga gon' ride for me

Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me

Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef

My shooters fat and they ready to eat

Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D

These niggas ain't shooters, they tellin' on me

Aim at your bell, tacos filling the scene

I'm pulling my pants up, I'm ready to swing (ready to swing, ready to swing)