Lyrics You Ready? - TCM Optic

Dripping from the neck down
Seeing double commas on a check now
Its gon' be a rager in the next town
Nigga you done checked out

Light it up, yeah
Ain't afraid to light up
Fell in love (what)
Act like I don't give a fuck
Lift it up, yeah
Bentley truck, lift it up
You're in luck, (why)
.40 hushed, keep it tucked

Throw it up, (you ready)
It goes down in this bitch
These is Millie Rocks
Hundred thou' on the wrist
Couple racks, Fuck it
Gucci down on the fit
Moving round in the ship
Ain't no miles on the whip
Come and throw it up, (throw it up)
It goes down in this bitch
These is Millie Rocks
Hundred thou on the wrist
Couple racks, Fuck it
Gucci down on the fit
Moving round in the ship
Ain't no miles on the whip

Who the fuck is that
He is not on the list
You thought you with us
No you not, bro you pissed
We been "Out West" on "Rodeo"
Ain't no "Scott's", but it's lit
At the top, that's where niggas get to plotting and shit
New year, new style, huh
Top floor, Mag' Mile, huh
New crib, go wild, huh
Too turnt, we riled up
Yeah, I promise you that,
Anna and Elsa on all the Baguettes
You look at my rollie
Youd think im the pres'
Go Follow your dreams and don't settle for less, Hey

Light it up, yeah
Ain't afraid to light up
Fell in love (what?)
Act like I don't give a fuck
Lift it up, yeah
Bentley truck, lift it up
You're in luck, yeah
.40 hushed, keep it tucked

Throw it up, (you ready)
It goes down in this bitch
These is Millie Rocks
Hundred thou on the wrist
Couple racks, Fuck it
Gucci down on the fit
Moving round in the ship
Ain't no miles on the whip
Come and throw it up, (you ready)
It goes down in this bitch
These is Millie Rocks
Hundred thou on the wrist
Couple racks, Fuck it
Gucci down on the fit
Moving round in the ship
Ain't no miles on the whip

Leave his mans, in the dirt
I take it back put that bitch in reverse
So much ice on me they thought it was sleet
Look at your boy putting on for the team
Niggas gon' hate me no matter the reason
They talking that shit, I don't know what that means
Ain't no tags, on the fleece
Cause I do not speak, Brokenese

Gucci pa-ra-dise
Decked out all my ice
Dia-monds, flashing through the night
VVS for life
Gucci pa-ra-dise
Decked out all my ice
Dia-monds, flashing through the night
Light it up, yeah
Pour a cup, yeah
Its not enough yeah

Throw it up, yeah (you ready)
It goes down in this bitch
These is Millie Rocks
Hundred thou on the wrist
Couple racks, Fuck it
Gucci down on the fit
Moving round in the ship
Ain't no miles on the whip
Come and throw it up, (throw it up)
It goes down in this bitch
These is Millie Rocks
Hundred thou on the wrist
Couple racks, Fuck it
Gucci down on the fit
Moving round in the ship
Ain't no miles on the whip
Come and throw it up