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?