Текст песни Ready Set Go - Young Abdulleh

Thick white bitches on my trap phone
I just hit the gas, ready set go
Thick white bitches on my trap phone
I just hit the gas, ready set go

Slamming beers with the Aussie boys
Canyon Club make a lotta noise
Girl don't wanna play with toys
Aye you know that you just wanna hit it raw
Wanna nut inside you baby, what's the fucking cost
Pato on the duck, got all these bitches flockin'
Put it on my momma, gotta go back to Moraga
Imma run the check, I love fucking up these commas

Thick white bitches on my trap phone
I just hit the gas, ready set go
Thick white bitches on my trap phone
I just hit the gas, ready set go

Charlie Sheen tiger blood, I'm the drip doctor
When I'm on the perkies I just turn into a monster
Spending racks on racks but my life be harder
Bust up on your face, man I call that James Charles
Andres Bustamante, I be tweaking off the Oxy
Woah, Backwoods and Bacardi
Think I'm a fucking retard when I graduated college
Went to Saint Mary's but I didn't go to Harvard
Gotta clear my mind when I'm taking out the garbage
I be in the news and my reputation tarnished
Live your own life and they still be bothered
That's what happens when you be a big artist
Gotta accept the fact the haters gonna hate no matter what you do
Spent a couple racks, got Givenchy on my shoes
Boutta blow up, got a pretty short fuse
Richard Mille cost me a brick, woah
Fuck on a bitch, I don't kiss, woah
AR-15 never miss, woah
Give it up, calling it quits, woah
Emotional rollercoaster, boy
Run through these packs like I'm Mostert, boy
Louis V on me, got holsters, boy
Lambo truck 600 horses, boy
Cranking out singles like Soulja Boy
Putting these scrubs on a poster, boy
Turn on the heater, I roast the boy
Roast the boy, poppin' the glizzy, I roast the boy
Roast the boy, cookin' up whitney, I roast the boy

Thick white bitches on my trap phone
I just hit the gas, ready set go
Thick white bitches on my trap phone
I just hit the gas, ready set go

Uhh, thick white bitch
Chasin' chips
Flood my wrist
Leave no trace
Ace of Spades
Play no games
Shippin' out packs on my trap phone
In a dark place, going back home
Shippin' out packs on my trap phone
In a dark place, going back home