Right Back
I'm never going fold on my niggas, if I got a problem I send couple hitters
We going get to the top and get bigger
Remember them days we was down was you with us?
(Yeah, yeah)
But imma stay down with my niggas
Fuck a bitch I don't care bout her feelings
These bitches ain't worth it they with you for purses
And imma just keep it the realist
I get the bag imma flip me a check
I don't want yah bitch I just want the neck
Her man talking crazy he sending me threats
Niggas know where we are tell that boy to say less
I ain't stopping till we get a deal
Know shooters who like navy seal
I ain't playing no games nah for real
I ain't playing no games nah for real
Dick her down and she feeling them chills
Stop talking if it ain't about deals
New Design bitches just good for a kill
(Wait, yeah)
We might just run up a train
She talking all crazy I know that she want it (Yeah)
Fuck you thought? I ain't claiming no bae
Look at the stars in the wraith
You niggas is talking but cannot relate (Yeah, yeah)
You niggas cannot relate (Yeah, yeah)
Yah bitch she keep sending me snaps
Fuck it I might get her right back
I get to the bag then and I smoke me a pack
We going run off with yo pack
Little nigga get yo ass back
And I just stay in my lane
We got them sticks that go bang (Yeah)
Fuck what you think (Fuck what you think)
We going get to the top and get bigger
Remember them days we was down was you with us?
(Yeah, yeah)
But imma stay down with my niggas
Fuck a bitch I don't care bout her feelings
These bitches ain't worth it they with you for purses
And imma just keep it the realist
I get the bag imma flip me a check
I don't want yah bitch I just want the neck
Her man talking crazy he sending me threats
Niggas know where we are tell that boy to say less
I ain't stopping till we get a deal
Know shooters who like navy seal
I ain't playing no games nah for real
I ain't playing no games nah for real
Dick her down and she feeling them chills
Stop talking if it ain't about deals
New Design bitches just good for a kill
(Wait, yeah)
We might just run up a train
She talking all crazy I know that she want it (Yeah)
Fuck you thought? I ain't claiming no bae
Look at the stars in the wraith
You niggas is talking but cannot relate (Yeah, yeah)
You niggas cannot relate (Yeah, yeah)
Yah bitch she keep sending me snaps
Fuck it I might get her right back
I get to the bag then and I smoke me a pack
We going run off with yo pack
Little nigga get yo ass back
And I just stay in my lane
We got them sticks that go bang (Yeah)
Fuck what you think (Fuck what you think)
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Writer(s): Joseph Salazar
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