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Lil Baby - Ready ft. Gunna (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Programming
Milan Beker
Milan Beker
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Milan Beker
Milan Beker
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Milan Beker
Milan Beker
Producer
Princston “Perfect Harmony” Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (sauce) Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (it's chilly) I got three big booty broads at the Telly (the Telly) And they know from the start who was ready I can't fuck with none of y'all niggas, y'all disgust me When you with your maggot ass friends, don't discuss me FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me I hear 'em sayin' such and such, a nigga ain't gon' touch me Big body Benz, 'member I used to be dusty Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please I was sellin' weed when they came out with white tee Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee Whole hood poppin', other niggas, they don't like me Made her eat it up, she told her friend, "He gon' wife me" All my niggas thoroughbred, I don't fuck with crossbreeds Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (sauce) Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (it's chilly) I got three big booty broads at the Telly (the Telly) And they know from the start who was ready (ready) Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y's (Margiel-y) Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y's (baguette-y) Ain't gon' bash you bitches, I ain't petty (nah) Just know we fuckin', we ain't goin' steady (goin' steady) I don't wanna sleep, I need more Addys (need more Addys) I ain't have no kid but I'm her daddy (I'm her daddy) Better shake her ass like it's Magic (like it's Magic) 20s in my pocket look like cabbage (yeah) Carats everywhere, I'm a rabbit (I'm a rabbit) I ain't Shawty Lo, but what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?) We was taught to go, keep that cannon (that cannon) I'm on fuckin' go, I can't panic (I can't panic) In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (sauce) Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (it's chilly) I got three big booty broads at the Telly (the Telly) And they know from the start who was ready Money conversations, check my feng shui I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I'm on straight Supermodel, her body gon' be my entree I been runnin' with hitters, my youngins gun slang Cars of the day, brand new Wraith My life circle, mines ain't straight Bills ain't late, paid no notes I ain't no joke, they want smoke We exotic, start a riot, we gon' riot .223's, drakes outside We don't get tired, we gon' die
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Milan Beker, Leland Tyler Wayne, Sergio Kitchens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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