เนื้อเพลง Really Ready - Gucci Mane

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm a real n*gga, talking 'bout what I really have
Cause I f*cked a n*gga b*tch, that's why he really mad
Hit a n*gga in his head, I be really glad
Since the day I lost Dunk, I been really sad
A n*gga make a hit and dip, will he really last?
A n*gga say he hold you down but will he really blast?
They say I'm worth fifteen M's but that ain't really sh*t
And I ain't content with what I got, got to be really rich
Sold dope on the really, was broke on the really
If you really wanna get it then you know I'm with it
Really wanna go to war with me, not really
You wanna get it then you gonna get it
You worth a mill', not really really
I ain't all in your business
If it's not your girl not really really, then why is it hurting your feelings?

[Hook x2: Gucci Mane]
My young n*ggas, they Really Ready
Straps cocked, are ready
These rap n*ggas are really scary, talk loud but ain't really
We tote choppers like military, n*ggas gotta get passed us
Your girl with me, you really married, damn I'm f*cking your marriage

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
On the real these rappers p*ssy, nah really, straight up
But meanwhile I'm in my traphouse, with 'bout six different flavors
But f*ck that, let's get to it
Took out my scale, broke down the bale, and my clientele ran straight through it
Drinking mud, riding through the city, yup
Selling pea's out the coupe really, yup
Paid fifteen K for my S.S. and invested another fifty, yup
These rap n*ggas they don't wanna see me, nah
Guess a b*tch with me taking off her draws'
Smoking weed and laughing, burning rubber while I'm running from the law
Really, f*ck you n*gga come get me
I'm a Cashtank n*gga and all we do is get money, you feel me?
Know there's two Glock's with me, yup
Got that boy Guwop with me, yup
Downtown rooftop chilling, yup
Quarter mill' on the floor, really

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rulet 1017]
N*gga I'm bickin' back and I'm boolin'
Drop the top, and then foolish
Finessing game with your main b*tch, now my pockets is stupid
F*ck with Gucci, get you an issue
You p*ssy soft, like tissue
Hundred K'll get you knocked out
Put me in the ring, get boxed out
So I jump on the stage, get the team real hype
Gucci throw a cup and the whole squad fight
Bottles on me, so we pouring all night
N*gga get a trippy [?] night
I'm jumping out that coupe, I lost my damn roof
Thank God that boy so fly, we don't need no parachute
So I'm chasing after fix, squeezing on these triggers
Bank account six figures, kick my feet up, Louie slippers
Vacation in the Hampton's, rockstar Marilyn Manson
All for that check, I hold a n*gga ransom

[Hook]