They Ready (Album Version|Explicit) - Big Krit/DJ Khaled/J. Cole/Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)

Written by：Willie Hutc

You are the one one baby

DJ Khaled

Yeah

And you know it don't stop

Grindin round that clock

Masterminding my second album

My first album just dropped

Scored a touchdown

On my first down

N**gas thought I was gon' flop

See

I hustle like my momma but

I look just like my pops

Ha

And we still duckin' cops

Ride round and take shots

Hennessy for my enemies

N**gas know I'm takin' they spot

'Cause that's Cole up on the play clock

Show just how

I came from way back

Just like TIP told you ASAP

But you n**gas rappin' like Aesop

Get a grip

Oh that's your dream car

N**ga that's my old whip

Oh that's your dream girl

N**ga that's my old b**ch

Oh that's your new flow

N**ga that's my old sh*t

This that new KRIT

Sh*t that Cole sh*t

Them country n**gas

One for the money

Two for the show

Three for them hoes saying anything goes

They say they ready for whatever

They say they ready for whatever

I been around the world

Twice to be exact

Six bad b**ches and they lapped up in the back

They say they ready for whatever

Ha

They say they ready for whatever

Yo yo yo cro

Shawty look what we got

My bass beat it knock

Got the old school

In my old school

'Bout to post up on yo block

Yo broad chose like

She was supposed to you

Up in arms 'cause she bopped

I hate to say it but

I got to say that

I wish that they would just stop

So f**k these haters f**k these hoes

That ain't slammin doors on they drop

Y'all n**gas too young to remember

How to The beat but I'm not

So when it come to snappin' Cadillacs SpottieOttie

Dopaliscious y'all pop

You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4

Were the sh*t b**ch wait 'til my album drop

Get 'em cuh

Say that's yo' new car

N**ga that's my old slab

Say that's yo' new b**ch

N**ga that's my old stab

Oh that's yo new flow

That sh*t sound so trash

This that new KRIT

Sh*t that Cole sh*t

Them country n**gas

Hol' up

But don't forget about

Compton n**ga

One for the money

Two for the show

Three for no limit

And the rest for death row

That means

I been 'bout it 'bout it and

This is the realist sh*t

I ever wrote

And if anyone ever doubt it then

They are the loudest of liars

I know

I only desire to blow

She only desire to blow

And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute

And that's not the

Instrumental

Now pick up my coat

You let that motherf**ker drag like

RuPaul I'll drag

Your a** to the floor

B**ch I can admit

I'm a recovered addict

Paraphernalia that is

Tellin the doctor

I'm sick

Head

Doctor I'm needing your lips

Yea

Proper analogy for it if I can afford it then I won't ignore

It clear

Cop me a palace and Porsche

And right when I floor

It that's when I switch gears

Living my life on Uranus

Uh

Keeping one foot in your anus

Uh

The other foot all on your neck

Repeatedly stomp 'til I break it uh

B**ch I'm demanding respect

These b**ches is telling me take it

DJ Khaled

Even if I had callus holding the torch

Ain't no challenge

One for the money

Two for the show

Three for them hoes saying anything goes

They say they ready for whatever

Ha

They say they ready for whatever

I been around the world

Twice to be exact

Six bad b**ches and they lapped up in the back

They say they ready for whatever

Ha

They say they ready for whatever

For whatever

For whatever

For whatever