Y'all Ain't Ready - Mike WiLL Made It, 2 Chainz

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s (y'all ain’t ready)

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s (y'all ain’t ready)

Five pack, ten pack, twenty pack (twenty packs)

Thirty pack, forty pack, fifty pack (fifty packs)

Know to make a mill straight off from scratch

I can pull your girl with my hand tied behind my back

Flipping packs, I’m a silver-back, ain’t no monkey shit

Go just rolled up a joint, that last 40 minutes

Andale, ain’t no bullshit, this that real life

When Puerto Rican Johnny left, it didn’t feel right

I come from straight from the trenches

You know my Spurt off the hinges

When you come through we don’t talk to you

Everyone know that you snitchin'

This is a different dimension

Whatever I want get attention

My partner stay with the pistols

Them pistols stay with extensions

I done got my hustle in the trap (in the trap)

Another star bustin' in the trap (in the trap)

I got head in the trap (in the trap)

I done got my bread in the trap (in the trap)

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s (y'all ain’t ready)

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s (y'all ain’t ready)

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s (y'all ain’t ready)

Five pack, ten pack, twenty pack (twenty packs)

Thirty pack, forty pack, fifty pack (fifty packs)

I can make a mill up, straight from scratch

I can take your girl with my hand tied behind my back

Rap shit, trap shit, recorded this, sorta did it

All my 16's crackin', you gon' need soda with it

Big boulder on my pinky, get oral sex off a winky

Took so much designer shit on a cruise, the boat started sinkin'

Well, hit her with the D, now she hooked like Phonics

Chopper by the high heels in the damn closet

Baby mama got a damn whole bunch of bags

She know her baby daddy got a whole bunch of mags (y'all ain’t ready)

Valentino, Saint Laurent, Dolce, Gabbana

Giuseppe shoes, Jimmy Choos, and damn red bottoms

Got a .38 in my damn Nike box

What the if and end, I’ma damn wifey’s socks

Ain’t no competition, I’ll be damned I’ma stop (y'all ain’t ready)

Do I talk to lames, I say damn, I do not

Automatic weapons get to sprayin' out the car

Brand new fuckin' necklace like I’m payin' for a car (uh)

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s (y'all ain’t ready)

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe’s (y'all ain’t ready, y’all ain’t ready)

Talking 'bout competition, ain’t no competition (y'all ain’t ready)

Talking 'bout competition, ain’t no competition (y'all ain’t ready,

y’all ain’t ready)

I’m in the magazine you can get your issue

Pull up on your scene with a thousand pistols

(Fuck is my ransom, homie?)