We Ready (Remix) [feat. Bubba Sparxxx] [No. 2]

I feel the master, I feel him

Y'all ready, the ready

Well come on, well come on

Y'all ready, the ready

Come on, come on

We ready, we ready, come on

Come on, come on

Break bread hoe, break bread ho

Come on, break bread hoe, break bread hoe

Come on come on we ready

Come on in, we ready

Come on in

Ain't no question bout who the best

Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest

Step in the way, multiple shots are going through ya chest

You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed

And I'm a take him out the game y'all

It ain't no thing y'all

You wanna buck I'll rip you up like a chainsaw

The game's raw, boy please believe it

Keep your bible with you cause you gin' be needing Jesus

Fiend for chart topping hits

And Archie ain't gon' stop dropping shit

I'mma make a million dollars than stand on the top of it

Rocking it, till the day I die in this game

Archie with the Phat Boy adding the fire the the flame

We ready (What, what)

We ready (What, what)

We ready (We ready, we ready)

For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)

We ready (What, what)

We ready (What, what)

We ready (We ready, we ready)

For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)

ATL we 'bout that head busting we leave you dead cousin

What's up huh bitch ****, you said something

If you ready why you start stumbling to the flo huh

If you ready why you stuttering I ain't Joe

I'mma show 'em why they call us dirty

There is no mercy for playa haters cause he ain't worthy

Heard of me then, hell naw before bet you done heard of me now

Atlanta, Georgia where the dirty be found

See I done did this since my younger days

Only 16 but my pockets never underage

So let's get paid, cause I stay ready for it, please

And you is crazy if you think that you ready for me, so who ready now

We ready (What, what)

We ready (What, what)

We ready (We ready, we ready)

For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)

We ready (What, what)

We ready (What, what)

We ready (We ready, we ready)

For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)

Yeah yeah

Bubba baby trouble baby dip my thing love me hate me

All in London yelling Georgia, Europe better suffocate me

Hold it down for country crackers, leave them others up to Shady

Give a damn if silly sisters think I'm good enough then pay me

Tell 'em Archie they don't want it however they can get it

Told 'em bout that booty chatter, y'all better go on with it

Infiltrated mainstream, maintaining the same theme

Polo shirts and pig shit, can't even get them stains clean

Ain't too much I ain't seen in between the grains in Athens

Ups and down, rights and lefts all around me brains are scratching

Any how we ready now they new South has arrived

We savages is fixing to eat and won't stop till they satisfied

We ready (What, what)

We ready (What, what)

We ready (We ready, we ready)

For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)

We ready (What, what)

We ready (What, what)

We ready (We ready, we ready)

For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)