They Not Ready
They not ready (they not ready)
They not, no
I do not think the masses are ready
Dreez, Boy shit is massive already (Hit-Boy)
Bentley parked right in the front, you can't miss me (you can't)
Only 'cause I grabbed the Bentley keys accidentally (oops)
Not only did she run it up, she ran it up quickly
I think it's time to put these wack bitches out they misery
B-I-G D-R-E-E-Z
They been sleep, Nyquil Z-Z-Z (woo)
Top down on Sunset, blow an 8th, see me in HD (skrrt)
Y'all talk that small talk
You small ball, we major league (bitch, I'm ballin')
Yeah, they know not to play with me
Face on Maybelline, but in the booth it end fatally
And my accountant just sent the okay to me
I give a fuck what you say to me, ball hog, we play for keeps
You got a group of yes men, can't be the GOAT paying for sheep
I'm a legend, throw me out my flowers like a newlywed (uh-huh)
Tried to keep it humble, I like being bougie better
Fans waiting to see my show like we just dropped a movie trailer
Knew I was notorious when we was rockin' Coogi sweaters (Big Dreez)
Drop at least a hunnid Virgils when I walk in Vuitton (a check)
Walk in magic with a blunt so long, it look like a wand
I got so many presidents, I could make Joe Biden resign
God took his time when he made me, I'm a custom design (perfect)
They not ready (they not ready, nah)
They not, no
I do not think the masses are ready (they not)
Dreez, Boy shit is massive already (Big Dreez)
Bentley parked right in the front, you can't miss me (you can't)
Only 'cause I grabbed the Bentley keys accidentally (skrrt, skrrt)
Not only did she run it up, she ran it up quickly (run it up)
I think it's time to put these wack bitches out they misery (out they misery)
That's shots fired, no Glock-9 (it's my time)
Female rap, I'm top five and I'm not five (who want smoke?)
Rappers ain't showing no numbers like a blocked line (who the fuck?)
Treat the game just like it's my nigga
That mean the top mine (it's mine, nigga)
I'm a walkin' mood for a trendsetter
On hoes necks like bench pressin'
These bitches cap like big letters (big who?)
Face it, bars are ten or better
My shoe size only 39
But niggas know I'm a big stepper (I'm steppin' on shit)
Guess my lil' 5 seconds of fame gon' last forever (huh?)
Triple C, cleavage, confidence, and plus I'm clever (I'll make)
I'll make it rain so hard, Rihanna can't even bring you an umbrella
Even if I gave the cheat code, bitches wouldn't be on my level
They not ready (they not ready)
They not, no
I do not think the masses are ready
Dreez, Boy shit is massive already
Bentley parked right in the front, you can't miss me
Only 'cause I grabbed the Bentley keys accidentally
Not only did she run it up, she ran it up quickly
I think it's time to put these wack bitches out they misery