paroles de chanson They Ain't Ready - Young Idols

They ain't ready for it
They ain't ready for it
They ain't ready for it
No, no, no, no
They ain't ready for it
They ain't ready for it
They ain't ready for it
No, no, no, no

Two hunnid hunnids on the dash
Do the math
All cash
Tell me lil' bitch, can you handle that
Fall back
Like you just had a fucking heart attack
You know I'm a mack
Celly blowing up matter of fact
Dropping bars like the shells that be out in Iraq
Like the cars that pop sells, I be shining on tracks
You Jafar, with your spells, on my Ali Ababwa
So bizarre, the salt spills, think they need some agua
Yeah
Come at me and you know I don't play
Try to test cause they don't like my age
It's the time that you get off the stage
Fore I say some shit I shouldn't really say
Aye
Ain't no competition when they on their repetition
Think there's something missing, boring shit we be omitting
Stay about the truth, cause I ain't with the politicking
The aims still the top, I reach it with my coalition

They say, they say, they say
He's too confident
They say, they say, they say
He's too confident

They ain't ready for it
They ain't ready for it
They ain't ready for it
No, no, no, no
They ain't ready for it
They ain't ready for it
They ain't ready for it
No, no, no, no

Distant memories
People claiming they remember me
Is it really true, cause I see you as the enemy
Painted your real hue, I can sense it in your envy B
Everything I do, tryna take away my MVP
No lil' bitch gonna snatch whats mine
No dilemmas babe, god damnit I'm fine
Ain't no fucking glitch, when I choose to walk the line
Serving what they crave, when I'm steady on my grind
Cross up
Ain't no need for good luck
Silent with the big stunt
Aiming for the World Cup
Bitch what
Golden children of the migrants
Seizing all these moments
Smoking on some big blunts
Big bucks
Wassup
Hit em with the mixups
Type to make you vomit
Blaze by like a comet
I'm on it
Gambit
Glowing like I'm lambent
Come from different planets
Know that you can't stand it
Ya' halfwit