SahBabii's track delves into themes of loyalty, readiness for conflict, and the pursuit of wealth. The artist emphasizes the unwavering support of his crew, who are prepared to defend him at all costs ("My niggas gon' ride for me"). He highlights their preparedness for any confrontation, symbolized by being "fed" and "ready to eat." SahBabii also explores themes of betrayal and deceit within his circles ("These niggas, they cheaters, they tellin' on me"), juxtaposing this with his own authenticity and resilience. The lyrics weave in imagery of opulence and bravado, from flaunting wealth ("Iced-out nipple piercing") to asserting dominance in conflicts ("aim at your bell"). Additionally, there's a playful use of food metaphors throughout the song to underscore these concepts. Ultimately, the track portrays a narrative of strength, loyalty, and the relentless pursuit of success amidst adversity.
Ready to Eat
Lyrics
My niggas gon' ride for me
Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me
Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef
My shooters fed and they ready to eat
Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D
These niggas, they cheaters, they tellin' on me
Aim at your bell, taco villain the scene
I'ma pulling my pants up, I'm ready to swing
I'm ready to swing on a bitch
If it go left, up that thing on a bitch
She in love with these balls, put a ring on a bitch
Iced-out nipple piercing, I put that bling on her tits (nigga)
These choppers real, no orange tips (nigga)
Every month, I go six-figures
We need more straps, bitch, we getting richer (mm-hmm)
We real killers, never artificial
Step back and pop like I'm Harden (Harden)
She see the print in the joggers (joggers)
Thirty-two shots in the joggers (joggers)
These bitches look good on TV
But they fooling like it's McDonalds (like it's McDonalds)
We play with them jays like pianos
On the weed farm with Old MacDonald ('Donald)
My niggas gon' ride for me
Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me
Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef
My shooters fed and they ready to eat
Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D
These niggas, they cheaters, they tellin' on me
Aim at your bell, taco villain the scene
I flooded my pockets with Parmesan cheese
Tats on his face, he tryna look throwed
Behind those tattoos, I know he a ho
Pull up with that .40, my shit getting old
If I tell him don't move, that boy striking that pose
2016, we striking for clothes
Flathead in my pocket, we striking for poles
You loving these bitches, you mad 'bout some hoes
Nigga tryna get some hoes buyin' some Os
Nigga tryna get some smoke by the throat
I was born when a squid fucked the GOAT
When it's wintertime, we put sticks in our coats
My niggas gon' ride for me
Put on they swimming trunks, slide for me
Bitch, we ain't worried 'bout beef
My shooters fed and they ready to eat
Lean back in the seat, she spaghetti the D
These niggas, they cheaters, they tellin' on me
Aim at your bell, taco villain the scene
I'ma pull up my pants if I'm ready to swing
Writer(s): Saheem Valdery
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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