"Ready Doe" lyrics
YSR Gramz & YN Jay Lyrics
[YN Jay:]
To eat? I don't want spaghetti, ho
(Enrgy made this one)
She said what I eat when I was young, I said Spaghetti-Os
Mm, mm, ah, ha, ha, I'm ready doe
Can you start the beat? 'Cause I'm ready doe
Bitch wanna fuck, said I'm ready doe
Wanna shoot some dice, I'm ready doe
Let's pull out of town, I'm ready doe
Let's hit the fucking road, man, I'm ready doe
Bitch, what you cook, on some fish, with the spaghetti doe
Ah, what I eat when I was young? I eat Spaghetti-Os
Took a bad bitch to the tellio
Jumping off the roof like Rey Mysterio
Bitch eat my dick in the morning like cereal
Pull the Glock out, ooh! Kill him! Like Terio
I told my fiend, "I got all stones," like Millio
Got a white, fat fiend named Jelly Roll
Fat bitch tried to dance, she did the belly roll
Cutting people off, circle small like Cheerios
Still looking for the first batch, where the cherry go?
Where my cousin Barry go?
Woke up from a dream, where did Larry go?
Riding in the car, see the opps, shoot for Larry doe
I had to call my uncle Sam, where uncle Harry go?
If you buy some ice from Detroit, go to Garry doe!
And you niggas scary, bro?
Nigga shot but you ain't shoot back, where your pistol go?
Ay, what the fuck's the issue, bro?
Big-ass gun on me, when it shoot it's like a missile, bro
I just pinned your bitch on a wall, it's like a mistletoe
Nigga said he selling dog, where the Shih Tzu go?
We just stomped a nigga so hard, we have to fix the floor
So I hit the crib with the (boom!), we had to fix the door
Too many bitches in my crib, I had to pick a hoe
Nigga shot a .25, his bullets look like pinky toes
[YSR Gramz:]
I'm finna take a four hour flight, just to pick some 'bows
I love when I went to coochie man, I get to pick my hoes
Little bitch thick in her hips, but she pigeon-toed
You know that nigga snitched, but you still hang with him though
I don't want the pussy, unless the brain come with it though
Dog shit in my pants, left a stain doe
I just slid on my opps in a Gucci raincoat
If you be giving bitches money for some pussy, you a lame, bro
High, finna know you niggas ain't got aim, bro
You a 6ix9ine-ass little nigga, you a rainbow
We in a fucking Maybach, you in a Range Rover
Bitch, your pussy ain't hitting on shit, you let lame come over
Dawg got hit with that blick, now game over
You rolled a 3.5 and you still sober
I use the broke-ass scale, I be getting over
Bro got caught with the blick, but he still toting
Bro got burnt by a bitch, she a whole toaster
Life be up and down, it's a roller-coaster
You still ain't make ten bands and you getting older
I put a snick by his name, he a whole [?]
Oh, you ain't tell but you out, let me read your photo
To eat? I don't want spaghetti, ho
(Enrgy made this one)
She said what I eat when I was young, I said Spaghetti-Os
Mm, mm, ah, ha, ha, I'm ready doe
Can you start the beat? 'Cause I'm ready doe
Bitch wanna fuck, said I'm ready doe
Wanna shoot some dice, I'm ready doe
Let's pull out of town, I'm ready doe
Let's hit the fucking road, man, I'm ready doe
Bitch, what you cook, on some fish, with the spaghetti doe
Ah, what I eat when I was young? I eat Spaghetti-Os
Took a bad bitch to the tellio
Jumping off the roof like Rey Mysterio
Bitch eat my dick in the morning like cereal
Pull the Glock out, ooh! Kill him! Like Terio
I told my fiend, "I got all stones," like Millio
Got a white, fat fiend named Jelly Roll
Fat bitch tried to dance, she did the belly roll
Cutting people off, circle small like Cheerios
Still looking for the first batch, where the cherry go?
Where my cousin Barry go?
Woke up from a dream, where did Larry go?
Riding in the car, see the opps, shoot for Larry doe
I had to call my uncle Sam, where uncle Harry go?
If you buy some ice from Detroit, go to Garry doe!
And you niggas scary, bro?
Nigga shot but you ain't shoot back, where your pistol go?
Ay, what the fuck's the issue, bro?
Big-ass gun on me, when it shoot it's like a missile, bro
I just pinned your bitch on a wall, it's like a mistletoe
Nigga said he selling dog, where the Shih Tzu go?
We just stomped a nigga so hard, we have to fix the floor
So I hit the crib with the (boom!), we had to fix the door
Too many bitches in my crib, I had to pick a hoe
Nigga shot a .25, his bullets look like pinky toes
[YSR Gramz:]
I'm finna take a four hour flight, just to pick some 'bows
I love when I went to coochie man, I get to pick my hoes
Little bitch thick in her hips, but she pigeon-toed
You know that nigga snitched, but you still hang with him though
I don't want the pussy, unless the brain come with it though
Dog shit in my pants, left a stain doe
I just slid on my opps in a Gucci raincoat
If you be giving bitches money for some pussy, you a lame, bro
High, finna know you niggas ain't got aim, bro
You a 6ix9ine-ass little nigga, you a rainbow
We in a fucking Maybach, you in a Range Rover
Bitch, your pussy ain't hitting on shit, you let lame come over
Dawg got hit with that blick, now game over
You rolled a 3.5 and you still sober
I use the broke-ass scale, I be getting over
Bro got caught with the blick, but he still toting
Bro got burnt by a bitch, she a whole toaster
Life be up and down, it's a roller-coaster
You still ain't make ten bands and you getting older
I put a snick by his name, he a whole [?]
Oh, you ain't tell but you out, let me read your photo
