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ready - ynw juvy lyrics

[intro: ynw juvy]
yeah
i got my n*gga bobi in this sh*t
young n*gga world, young n*gga way

[chorus: ynw juvy]
got it out the streets i got it on my f*cking own
i’m thugging to the g, i’m a thug to the bone
i was raised in these streets i had to get it out the mud
i ain’t never had sh*t, i remember i was selling dug
popped the bottles in the club, man this sh*t feel like a dream
i remember masked up, man i was pulling schemes
got a .40 with a d*ck, plus that b*tch had got a beam
got a choppa with a scope, plus that b*tch gon’ let me squeeze
yeah, that b*tch gon’ let me squeeze, ay
don’t make me pop at your beam, ay
don’t make me pop at your head boy
i swear to god that you’re dead boy
i really want that bread boy, i really what that cheese boy
i’m really going ham for this, i’m really going ham for this
[verse 1: ynw juvy]
i don’t really give a f*ck, no, i don’t really give a d*mn, ay
taxing like [?] ay, yeah i’m really doing this sh*t, ay
i’m really living the sh*t that i say, i’m really doing the sh*t i say
i’m really living the sh*t that i do
i’m speaking everything that is the truth, baby girl you spool
still do me like do, faint on me like shoot

[verse 2: ynw bobi]
i’ma spazz on the scene, i’m run with this gleam (uh huh)
i’ma run with the glizzy, i’ma hit him with the scene (yeah)
i’ma disappear, i ain’t say a thing
they want me locked up, in the dead end gate
how you going down? how you going for that sh*t
nah i ain’t gon’ tell that sh*t
[?]
i really go hard, i’m real, i’ma slide with the glizzy, i’m fina be dizzy
i’ma go hard, i’ma ride for the real
i won’t be able to stand, man i’m with the real
we ran in the field, we were rannin’ with that stick
we really had k!lled, we really had k!lled
these n*ggas they for real
[chorus: ynw juvy]
got it out the streets i got it on my f*cking own
i’m thugging to the g, i’m a thug to the bone
i was raised in these streets i had to get it out the mud
i ain’t never had sh*t, i remember i was selling dug
popped the bottles in the club, man this sh*t feel like a dream
i remember masked up, man i was pulling schemes
got a .40 with a d*ck, plus that b*tch had got a beam
got a choppa with a scope, plus that b*tch gon’ let me squeeze
yeah, that b*tch gon’ let me squeeze, ay
don’t make me pop at your beam, ay
don’t make me pop at your head boy
i swear to god that you’re dead boy
i really want that bread boy, i really what that cheese boy
i’m really going ham for this, i’m really going ham for this

- ynw juvy lyrics

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