Yung Bans – READY SET GO Lyrics

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[Intro: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go
(You have 937 messages)
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
(Goose with another one)

[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go
We gon’ get back on
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
Let these bitches know

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Like ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, oh, ready, set, go

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Yeah, diamonds on me white on white like Ku Klux, yeah
I’m on house arrest, but I still blew up
Yeah, my watch man changed my rings, cost a cool hundred
Hey, bitch, I came from nothin’, turned it into somethin’, yeah
Turned it into somethin’, now your bitch is fuckin’, ayy
Late night bustin’, uh, pussy wet, gushin’, ooh
Me and Greedo stuntin’, huh, niggas lame, fuck ’em, uh
Strapped up, rubber, yeah, draped in Undercover

[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go, Ksubi on my clothes
Balmain on my toes, I can’t trust these hoes
I can’t do these numbers, I can’t trust these 304s
Mr. 103, yeah, I’m from the West Coast
But I don’t rep that shit, East Side, we Crippin’, bitch (Baby Loc)
I can’t touch this bitch, you should get tested, bitch (Kitty too strong)
‘Cause I smell that stench, yeah, bitch, I smell that stench (Gotta go)
Bitch, I’m on the mound, I’m just tryna make a pitch
Ready, set, go
I was in the club, VIP, went to his show
Say he like my flow
Told me I was ready, we should hit the studio
Grew up off the legends, now I’m a legend for sure
Me and Yung Bans got that money but it’s old
We can’t trust these hoes, we can’t trust these 304s
Ready, set, go, better use your feet, bitch
Use your tiptoes, bitch, go

[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo & Yung Bans]
Ready, set, go, go
Leave you ’til the sun out, do it at the show
Ready, bitch, go
Ready, set, go
Make that bitch pose
Mr. 3-0
That’s what she told
Hey, get it out the mud

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go (Ready, set, go)

[Outro: XXXTENTACION & Yung Bans]
I was just callin’ you to let you know I’m finna do the song
Ayy, bruh, bruh, do it, do it, and then call me, nigga
Alright, I got you
I’ma see you back in Miami
Alright, bro
Gang
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Wanna hear somethin’ fire?

Young Scooter – Trippple Cross Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Every day I wake up, I get high as a kite
Fuckin’ with your baby mama, I damn near missed my flight
Drunk in the mall and pick it up, I don’t check no price
My lil’ bitch from New York, she told me talk to her nice
I told that bitch just pay attention, I could change your life
You drive these bricks to Atlanta, I’ll give you 25 racks
How many bricks in the trunk? Bitch, don’t worry ’bout that
Why you in that old ass Acura? I got a compartment in that
Trap check, trap check, nigga, check your spots
If anything missin’, just connect the dots
Shit, I came from the bottom, no way in hell I could flop
Street Lottery, they waitin’ on my album to drop

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Pocahontas bitch, her hair long down to her ass
White jewelry on, like the confederate flag
Diamonds on your ankle, I put minks on your back
Trap go super fast, nigga, bag full of cash
Trap money comin’ in, thousand bags of gas
Walked in the Cartier store and I fucked up the stash
Good Actavis on, big Rolex on, that new bitch look like a check
15 bitches just came from England, sittin’ on a Global Express
Walkin’ in Fendi, no pretendin’, gotta have a lot of baguettes
Drop top, wintertime, we can’t turn down, 25 karats on my chest
14 keys on my desk, lookin’ like an Olympic
Hit my first lick, I went to Gucci then I spent it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
Hundred racks, hundred racks, every day I juug a hundred packs
Walk out the door with it and you’ll never get your money back
200 racks, 200 racks, every month I make 200 racks
Call with a brick or what, how the hell you get off bond for that?
Broke ass niggas got the game fucked up
Tellin’ on niggas just to get their time cut
Wake up out my sleep and count some Freebandz up
Scooter get your money, stay away from them ducks
I’m not in the industry, I’m in the streets with bricks
In the streets with pounds, lay your bitch ass down
Send a ghost at one of you niggas, he won’t make a sound
God blessed me with these millions so I’ma keep ’em around
Street!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

LUPE FIASCO – Made In The USA lyrics

The American motherfucking dream nigga
Yeah!
On my shit nigga
Drogas, Drogas, Drogas
Where you from nigga?
Read the mothafuckin tag bitch
Salute the flag bitch

My Glock came from Savannah, Georgia
My AR-15 from California
My cocaine come from Arizona
My Detroit whip run quick like Forrest

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Bad little bitch from Miami
Came from Cuba but here with family
When I speak that English she don’t understand me
‘Cause I speak I speak I speak that Spanish
On my shit

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Ku Klux man from Indiana (Fuck them niggas)
Brought that shit from Alabama
Making it rain, give ’em Atlanta
Making it, making it rain, rain like New Orleans, Louisiana (Yeah!)
That gang shit came from Illinois
That bang shit came from Illinois
That murder rate in Illinois
‘Nother AR-15 that bitch that made in Illinois

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

That lean cup came from Houston, Texas
For the police was Ruthless Records
Black Panthers was moving breakfast
Bitch united state of mind got me shooting reckless
And I was like raised in that fuckin’ ghetto
Made in that fuckin’ ghetto
You ain’t where I’m from bitch
You ain’t on my fucking level
And the whole world want my swag
Bloods and Crips and shit all up in my flag
‘Cause it’s

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my heroes from Hollywood (Fuckin’ Hollywood)
Put Tony Montanas all in my hood (Chico)
This rap shit came from New York City (New York City, City)
My momma came from Mississippi (Momma, we made it)
?? my racks in D.C
Cheese steaks when I’m out in Philly
KFC is trying to kill me
Ridding around without a (feeling/filling?)
And I got ?? from every region
And I be speaking starts and stripes
And I be dreaming pledge allegiance, (bitch!)

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my Jordans come (from Portland/imported?)
You shop at a mall, I shop at (Oregon?)
Rest of that shit it ain’t important, (yeah!)