Artist: Lil' O f/ Wonderous Album: Grind Hard, Pray Harder Song: Ready 4 Whateva Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Ooh these boys hating, don't think I don't peep it It's alright though, I'm ready I'm telling ya [Chorus: Wonderous] You better know, when I'm up in the club That I'm ready for whatever, I'm a G so what's up Just because you see me out there shining, doing my thang Don't think a player won't switch, and get to throwing them thangs Get to throwing them hands [Wonderous] Hey look I'm ready for whatever, I'm ready for whatever I'm ready for whatever, come on get up on my level Hey look I'm ready for whatever, I'm ready for whatever I'm ready for whatever, come on get up on my level [Lil' O] I'm Fat Rat, with the Cheese I'm the one, hater please In fact bow, on your knees I been getting money, since 9-3 Triple O.G., I don't gotta talk to you boys Make a hole, 'fore I come through and walk through you boys I'll put a spark, through you boys This old dog bite, I won't bark at you boys I look good, I feel good I talk like Barack, but I'm real hood I check a hater, any player that's trill would If the hands or shank don't work, then a steal should [Wonderous] Hey look I'm ready for whatever, I'm ready for whatever I'm ready for whatever, come on get up on my level Hey look I'm ready for whatever, I'm ready for whatever I'm ready for whatever, come on get up on my level [Chorus] [Lil' O] You think, I gotta loc's to be cool Dang fool, I done stoked out the room You don't know, I done plotted out your doom If you wanna phone me, it's clean sweep like a broom See I know, I got two bottles over there And I see, I got my hood over there And why you think, I'm standing close to these chairs Lil' daddy I'm gutter, and I don't fight fair I see you, checking out my Gucci 'fit And I know you seen me balling, with my booshie bitch But what you really don't know, is I'll bruise you quick Better answer right, when my dogs asking who you with [Wonderous] Hey look I'm ready for whatever, I'm ready for whatever I'm ready for whatever, come on get up on my level Hey look I'm ready for whatever, I'm ready for whatever I'm ready for whatever, come on get up on my level [Chorus] [Lil' O] A hater there, a hater there I should buy em fuck me shirts, and call it hater wear But ask me, do a player care Why would I when they gal, whispering in a player ear And she talking bout, doing some'ing She like you, ya always talking bout doing some'ing The only difference is she for real, you ya bumping I'ma really take her to the room, and ruin some'ing You won't get me stressed We will tear this club up, and make a motherfucking mess I want a hundred, nothing less Now go on bout your bidness lil' daddy, God bless [Wonderous] Hey look I'm ready for whatever, I'm ready for whatever I'm ready for whatever, come on get up on my level Hey look I'm ready for whatever, I'm ready for whatever I'm ready for whatever, come on get up on my level [Chorus]