Migos and Soulja Boy - We Ready [Remix]

Yeah (we ready)
Migos (squad)
(We ready)
(Free Offset) squad
Rich Gang, Soulja Boy (squad)
Turn up, Soulja (young nigga shit, go)

S-O-U-L-J-A B-O-Y (Migos)
T-E-L-L-E-M, we ready (Migos)
We ready (squad, young nigga)
(Go, go, go, go) turn up
She wanna lick the molly off of me
Nigga I be stuntin' so hard, it's no see me nigga
S-O-U-L-J-A-B-O-Y (Soulja)
T-E-L-L-E-M (Migos), we ready
We ready (turn up)
We ready
S-O-U-L-J-A-B (Soulja) we ready (Migos)
We ready (free Offset), we ready
S-O-U-L-J-A B (go)

She say she wanna lick the molly off me (lick the molly off me)
I pull up in a what you call it (a what you call it)
Drop top cost two hunnid forty (two hunnid forty)
All the bad bitches on me, nigga get 'em off me (please)
I be flexin' in that new 'Rari (that new 'Rari)
So much ice on my neck I don't say sorry (no)
You can see me from a mile away (from a mile away)
Young Dre keep a Tec and a throw away (it's gone)
Ayy bruh, ain't that right there what's his name? (That right there, what's his name?)
Hit the block in that fire flame (skrrt, skrrt)
Lil' Dre getting guap, confetti
SODMG Rich Gang
Bitch, we ready (bow, bow)

We ready (bow, woo)
We ready
S-O-U-L-J-A (we ready)
Bitch, we ready, we ready, we ready (woo, yeah, yeah)
We ready (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)
Bitch, we ready (Migos)

M-I-G-O G-A-N-G E-N-T (Migos)
Young Rich Nigga (squad), we ready
(Bow, bow, bow, graah)
I'm spraying the Glock like confetti (confetti)
The bullets they humming they let it (they let it)
My pockets, they fat, it's on lettuce, she said it
Pull up in that Oakland Raider drop Audi (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Then I poof be gone like Houdini driving (poof, brrt)
That's the plug, drop the bricks, circumcise 'em (bricks)
Then I hit the pot with the pile driver

Bitch, we ready
We ready (bow, graah)
We ready
S-O-U-L-J-A (we ready, soulja)
Bitch, we ready (Migos)
We ready (free Offset)
We ready, we ready
Bitch we ready (go)
We ready (woo), we ready
S-O-U-L-J-A-B, (woo, we ready, woo)
Bitch, we ready (woo)
We ready (Takeoff)
We ready (S-Soulja)
We ready, bitch, we ready

Young Rich Nigga, I call the plug, I'm finessing
I'm strapped up with the Smith & Wesson, I'm taking yo blessings
Smoking a Michael Vick 7, preach to these niggas like reverends
No Jason and Freddy, I keep the Machete
I'm taking a trip to Quebec to go pick up that check (woo)
Nigga, no UPS but he mail it (woo), right that bitch up and I scale it (scale it)
Stand on the block and I sell it (sell it)
Selling more dope than them niggas in Belly
These niggas, they after me, I'm Makaveli
She popping the molly, she rollin' like Kelly, she sweating (sweat, sweat)
She can't stop touching and talking and feeling on me
All this jewelry on me, it's kinda hard to see (woo, damn)
Migo Gang Ent

Bitch, we ready (woo, bow, bow)
We ready (bow, woo)
We ready
S-O-U-L-J-A-B (we ready)
Bitch, we ready
We ready, we ready (woo)
We ready
Bitch, we ready

Written by:
Christopher Rowe, Deandre Way, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Marshall

Publisher:
Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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