They wanna be with me, yeah
I was just ridin' around
I'm tryna get out of town
She gettin' anxiety now, yeah
Uh, yeah, I walk in the hood full of violence now
And they wanna keep me round
They say I'm the key right now, yeah, mm, yeah
These niggas all know I'm the king right now
All my designer mink right now
That hoe thirsty need a drink right now, yeah, yeah
I'm too stressed got a think right now
(Pray for the mula, pray for the church)
On they knees, they pray for the money
Pray for the mula, pray for the church, yeah
Like it's a Sunday, uh, you gettin' out of line
Mansory the kit on the porsche nine, yeah
Take that shit out my mind
It's a bently bentayga, the seats recline
Cus we let them choppas out like Columbine
She just see me in that Tommy, that Calvin Klein
All my hoes, bottega venetta fine
Smell like roses, and that chanel No. nine
Don't expose us make me gon change my mind, yeah
Uh, I got shooters up for hire, yeah
It's young Zay Laurent I'm on fire
I just sparked the blunt and I'm fried
I told them they not and they cried
I talk to the wok in the sprite, yeah
I was just ridin' around
They not tryna keep me round
They just tryna keep me down, yeah
I'ma go head out of town
Bitch, I'm the king, got crowned
Uh, these hoes need my clout, yeah
Shut up, I'm ready
I need some people to carry the heavy with me
I got some weight and it's all on my shoulders
Press on my back and they want me to fold up
People stay with you your biggest promoters
I make it snow in this bitch, call me Zay Minnesota
I'm knowin' this bitch, know we only get older
I'm pourin' a four of that act in my soda
I'm geeked, I'm trappin' and trappin
I'm whippin' my wrist and my shoulder so I can serve fiends
And I know I've been through a lot
So I came up thinkin' I deserve all the glee
I've been surfin' and surfin' on V's
After poppin' up, poppin' em Beans
After gettin' more money
Then you could find in an automated teller machine
After spendin' more money
Then you could ever imagine on a Patek Philippe
You the type to go spend all that money
But don't even make sure that your family sleep
You don't make sure your brothers gon' eat
Don't even mention the tank on E
Spend it all on a section at Eve's
I didn't think y'all could be so naive
Ooh, I was just ridin', ridin
So I'm keepin' it down
And they try keep me round, yeah
I'm keepin' it down
24 zay - I'm Ready Lyrics
24 zay - I'm Ready Lyrics
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They wanna be with me, yeah
I was just ridin' around
I'm tryna get out of town
She gettin' anxiety now, yeah
Uh, yeah, I walk in the hood full of violence now
And they wanna keep me round
They say I'm the key right now, yeah, mm, yeah
These niggas all know I'm the king right now
All my designer mink right now
That hoe thirsty need a drink right now, yeah, yeah
I'm too stressed got a think right now
(Pray for the mula, pray for the church)
On they knees, they pray for the money
Pray for the mula, pray for the church, yeah
Like it's a Sunday, uh, you gettin' out of line
Mansory the kit on the porsche nine, yeah
Take that shit out my mind
It's a bently bentayga, the seats recline
Cus we let them choppas out like Columbine
She just see me in that Tommy, that Calvin Klein
All my hoes, bottega venetta fine
Smell like roses, and that chanel No. nine
Don't expose us make me gon change my mind, yeah
Uh, I got shooters up for hire, yeah
It's young Zay Laurent I'm on fire
I just sparked the blunt and I'm fried
I told them they not and they cried
I talk to the wok in the sprite, yeah
I was just ridin' around
They not tryna keep me round
They just tryna keep me down, yeah
I'ma go head out of town
Bitch, I'm the king, got crowned
Uh, these hoes need my clout, yeah
Shut up, I'm ready
I need some people to carry the heavy with me
I got some weight and it's all on my shoulders
Press on my back and they want me to fold up
People stay with you your biggest promoters
I make it snow in this bitch, call me Zay Minnesota
I'm knowin' this bitch, know we only get older
I'm pourin' a four of that act in my soda
I'm geeked, I'm trappin' and trappin
I'm whippin' my wrist and my shoulder so I can serve fiends
And I know I've been through a lot
So I came up thinkin' I deserve all the glee
I've been surfin' and surfin' on V's
After poppin' up, poppin' em Beans
After gettin' more money
Then you could find in an automated teller machine
After spendin' more money
Then you could ever imagine on a Patek Philippe
You the type to go spend all that money
But don't even make sure that your family sleep
You don't make sure your brothers gon' eat
Don't even mention the tank on E
Spend it all on a section at Eve's
I didn't think y'all could be so naive
Ooh, I was just ridin', ridin
So I'm keepin' it down
And they try keep me round, yeah
I'm keepin' it down
I was just ridin' around
I'm tryna get out of town
She gettin' anxiety now, yeah
Uh, yeah, I walk in the hood full of violence now
And they wanna keep me round
They say I'm the key right now, yeah, mm, yeah
These niggas all know I'm the king right now
All my designer mink right now
That hoe thirsty need a drink right now, yeah, yeah
I'm too stressed got a think right now
(Pray for the mula, pray for the church)
On they knees, they pray for the money
Pray for the mula, pray for the church, yeah
Like it's a Sunday, uh, you gettin' out of line
Mansory the kit on the porsche nine, yeah
Take that shit out my mind
It's a bently bentayga, the seats recline
Cus we let them choppas out like Columbine
She just see me in that Tommy, that Calvin Klein
All my hoes, bottega venetta fine
Smell like roses, and that chanel No. nine
Don't expose us make me gon change my mind, yeah
Uh, I got shooters up for hire, yeah
It's young Zay Laurent I'm on fire
I just sparked the blunt and I'm fried
I told them they not and they cried
I talk to the wok in the sprite, yeah
I was just ridin' around
They not tryna keep me round
They just tryna keep me down, yeah
I'ma go head out of town
Bitch, I'm the king, got crowned
Uh, these hoes need my clout, yeah
Shut up, I'm ready
I need some people to carry the heavy with me
I got some weight and it's all on my shoulders
Press on my back and they want me to fold up
People stay with you your biggest promoters
I make it snow in this bitch, call me Zay Minnesota
I'm knowin' this bitch, know we only get older
I'm pourin' a four of that act in my soda
I'm geeked, I'm trappin' and trappin
I'm whippin' my wrist and my shoulder so I can serve fiends
And I know I've been through a lot
So I came up thinkin' I deserve all the glee
I've been surfin' and surfin' on V's
After poppin' up, poppin' em Beans
After gettin' more money
Then you could find in an automated teller machine
After spendin' more money
Then you could ever imagine on a Patek Philippe
You the type to go spend all that money
But don't even make sure that your family sleep
You don't make sure your brothers gon' eat
Don't even mention the tank on E
Spend it all on a section at Eve's
I didn't think y'all could be so naive
Ooh, I was just ridin', ridin
So I'm keepin' it down
And they try keep me round, yeah
I'm keepin' it down
Writer: Jose Cohen, Omar Nabil
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid