Ready (Freestyle) lyrics

[Hook]
I'm in the game like my name Tiki Barber
Go to New York with them killers and robbers
70 rounds in the new baby chopper
pus*y good enough to make me a father
My n*ggas know I won't change over dollars
n*ggas talking but I ain't with the gossip
Don't post pistols cause them peoples is watchin'
Posted in my hood with killers and mobsters
Told lil' mama give me head like a bonnet
So many zips on me, none of them pocket
Smokin' sour OG call it chronic
Chasin' money like a n*gga named Sonic
Pull up and do a hit out a Honda
We eat beef with with chopsticks, no Benihanas
Ducking 12 so I don't wear Ferragamo
Extended chop' line him up like a barber

[Verse 1]
n*ggas tellin', b*tches f*ckin' for Zara
9th grade, I f*cked b*tches in Prada
Y'all on the bench, all my n*ggas is starters
Rob a shottas with them juggs like some Rastas
Making plays in school like I was in college
Chanel on my b*tch, she know I'm a trap scholar
Givenchy me or it's Balenciagas
Designer my kicks so I keep pocket rockets
Need me a lil' b*tch that's better than Bali
Buy me a foreign car with 0 milage
Catch me down the park with Boog and Happy
Them Seat Pleasent n*ggas born trigger happy
Glock with a drum make them jump like reaction
I'm with my gang but you know we still trapping
Damn Damn
Came with the gang but I'm leaving with your hoe
Damn
Go to Vegas smoke KDs and tote Romos
Club with a stick and I won't take a photo
Take a trip to Cali and go to SoHo
If they searchin' at my show bet I won't go
Need me a b*tch that ride di*k like a pro though
Pop a perc and f*ck that hoe like I'm Kojo
Free Lil Mar he used to trap out that stolo
[Hook]
I'm in the game like my name Tiki Barber
Go to New York with them killers and robbers
70 rounds in the new baby chopper
pus*y good enough to make me a father
My n*ggas know I won't change over dollars
n*ggas talking but I ain't with the gossip
Don't post pistols cause them peoples is watchin'
Posted in my hood with killers and mobsters
Told lil' mama give me head like a bonnet
So many zips on me, none of them pocket
Smokin' sour OG call it chronic
Chasin' money like a n*gga named Sonic
Pull up and do a hit out a Honda
We eat beef with chopsticks, no Benihanas
Ducking 12 so I don't wear Ferragamo
Extended chop' line him up like a barber

[Verse 2]
Line his ass up like a barber
Slam dunking b*tches just like Vince Carter
Switching lanes in the SRT Charger
Making them plays when I land in Nevada
Sipping on drank and my gas a lil' darker
She call me daddy but I'm not her father
Bro off the xans, he turn into a monster
Ganging for GuWop, you know I'm a mobster
I'm with the plug and we eat shrimp and lobster
Smoking with rastas shoot dice with the robbers
Free Lil Mar, he got locked for chasing dollars
762s burn his ass like some lava
I'm from Seat but you know I trap out Largo
Pull up on a n*gga block in a Tahoe
She in my DMs and I f*ck her tomorrow
Mac with a scope and that b*tch fully auto
(Shabazz n*gga!)