Yung Bans – READY SET GO Lyrics

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[Intro: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go
(You have 937 messages)
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
(Goose with another one)

[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go
We gon’ get back on
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
Let these bitches know

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Like ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, oh, ready, set, go

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Yeah, diamonds on me white on white like Ku Klux, yeah
I’m on house arrest, but I still blew up
Yeah, my watch man changed my rings, cost a cool hundred
Hey, bitch, I came from nothin’, turned it into somethin’, yeah
Turned it into somethin’, now your bitch is fuckin’, ayy
Late night bustin’, uh, pussy wet, gushin’, ooh
Me and Greedo stuntin’, huh, niggas lame, fuck ’em, uh
Strapped up, rubber, yeah, draped in Undercover

[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go, Ksubi on my clothes
Balmain on my toes, I can’t trust these hoes
I can’t do these numbers, I can’t trust these 304s
Mr. 103, yeah, I’m from the West Coast
But I don’t rep that shit, East Side, we Crippin’, bitch (Baby Loc)
I can’t touch this bitch, you should get tested, bitch (Kitty too strong)
‘Cause I smell that stench, yeah, bitch, I smell that stench (Gotta go)
Bitch, I’m on the mound, I’m just tryna make a pitch
Ready, set, go
I was in the club, VIP, went to his show
Say he like my flow
Told me I was ready, we should hit the studio
Grew up off the legends, now I’m a legend for sure
Me and Yung Bans got that money but it’s old
We can’t trust these hoes, we can’t trust these 304s
Ready, set, go, better use your feet, bitch
Use your tiptoes, bitch, go

[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo & Yung Bans]
Ready, set, go, go
Leave you ’til the sun out, do it at the show
Ready, bitch, go
Ready, set, go
Make that bitch pose
Mr. 3-0
That’s what she told
Hey, get it out the mud

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go (Ready, set, go)

[Outro: XXXTENTACION & Yung Bans]
I was just callin’ you to let you know I’m finna do the song
Ayy, bruh, bruh, do it, do it, and then call me, nigga
Alright, I got you
I’ma see you back in Miami
Alright, bro
Gang
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Wanna hear somethin’ fire?

Yung Bans – Lonely (feat. Lil Skies)

[Intro]
Damn, that’s Surreal right there?
That’s your lover, yeah

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
Yeah
I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
(I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
Yeah, aye

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
When I’m low, acid boot me up (Yeah)
I’m sellin’ shrooms when I’m in the cut
I got a choppa wit’ me in the clutch (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to make these niggas give it up (Yeah)
Yellow bone, and she stuck up (Ha)
I’m like fuck that, drink this nut up
These drugs, they gon’ be there for me when you won’t
These drugs, they gon’ get me higher when you don’t
Yeah, balancing my lows
Hit a xanny, I’m too high, perkys for the road
Pop a bean, I’m on beast mode
Pink molly for a freak hoe

[Chorus: Yung Bans & Lil Skies]
I got all kinds of drugs for when get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
Yeah
I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
(I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
(Aye, aye) Yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
Pray to the deacon, think my demons tryna wake me up
Call me Lil’ Kodak, off a jigga when I’m booted up
The stars aligned, now it’s my time, you never do enough
I got the drugs, send me the addie, I ain’t pullin’ up
I get high by myself, I don’t need no one else
My bank account on tilt, these rookies like to steal
Mad ’cause I know the deal, life of an outsider
Bitch we up in the hills, all black like bike riders
I pull up wit’ the mob, we had to jugg and rob
Trappin’ was like a job, now we eat shish kabobs
Sit back and laugh at it, now we the trendin’ topic
I know they see me now, like, "Boy, that nigga poppin’"
I call up Yung Bans, pull up in minivans
And if that nigga talkin’, we’ll pop you and your mans
Bitch I don’t fear nobody, I feel like Killa Cam
I’m in a black Coupe, zoomin’ like Batman

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
Yeah
I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
Yeah

[Outro]
Damn, that’s Surreal right there?