She Ready - Clyde Carson, E-40

You ain’t with the shit

I ain’t got time

Tryna' get you back to the crib

So we can unwind

Ready, ready, think she ready

Ready, ready, think she ready

Ready, ready, think she ready

Ready, ready, think she ready

She ready!

Impatient

Ready for the word, what I say she down to do

That late shit

Sippin' on it straight, when she drinks she adds the juice

I’m a richer, more updated version of the nigga that she fuckin' with

I can see it from the front so I already know what I’m up against

Shawty like to entertain

Poppin' bottles in the coupe

Her clothes never mine

Ohhh, yeah, it’s good once you get her loose

Get her loose

Get her loose

Know I’m tryna' ride up in that caboose

Gin and juice

Get her loose

You know I’m a dawg let the

You ain’t with the shit

I ain’t got time

Tryna' get you back to the crib

So we can unwind

Ready, ready, think she ready

Ready, ready, think she ready

Ready, ready, think she ready

Ready, ready, think she ready

She ready!

I am in this thang twisted

Ripped

Double shots, double fisted

Lit

My lil' homie got the biscuit

Metal

Get to knock it like a visit

Hello

Boy he has the dreadlocks

Mannish

Clips with thirty shots

Damage

Maseratis in the parking lot

Italy

All from the

She on me cus' I’m heavy

Weight

Robin Jeans and Giuseppe

Great

Ballin' like a motherfucker

Factor

Got it wetter than the splash brothers

Ask her

Franck Muller watch on my arm

Investments

Yellow diamonds, looking like corn

VVSs

More jewelry than a treasure chest

I’m in a ballin' session with my hand on her breasts

You ain’t with the shit

I ain’t got time

Tryna' get you back to the crib

So we can unwind

Ready, ready, think she ready

Ready, ready, think she ready

Ready, ready, think she ready

Ready, ready, think she ready

She ready!