Right On
Uh
NyNy, you know what the f*** going on
(You know i got to talk to 'em)
Uh
Walk in the booth I get right on (yeah)
F****** that bitch put the pipe on (yeah)
If I ain't got a strap ima' fight 'em, if my woedi down bad put 'em right on
Trap make a play from this morning to night dawn
Smile on my face when that money look right (huh)
They some broke niggas I heard she don't like them
Roll me a blunt, she wan' smoke i say right on (yeah)
Walk in the booth I get right on (yeah)
F****** that bitch put the pipe on (yeah)
If I ain't got a strap ima' fight 'em, if my woedi down bad put 'em right on
Trap make a play from this morning to night dawn
Smile on my face when that money look right (huh)
They some broke niggas I heard nothing 'bout them
Smoke me a blunt to the face I get right on (yeah)
F****** on the money got me to turnt up
Nigga think that I ain't clutching get your body burnt up
In the hole all alone I can do it myself
Really wanted niggas get it they ain't worried 'bout the wealth
Cut them other niggas off 'cause they bad for my health
Get a lor stack, put it in the box
Nigga this the plan fuck a block buy stock
Running from a h** but I aint running from a opp or cop
You should chill, i know you folding under pressure keep it real
I was locked in the cell no appeal
Now I'm out b****** loving my appeal get retarded off a pill
Junkie really fiending, think u get a dose for the free nigga dreaming
Lost low sales taxing hard I aint mean it
But the bread koming in now for the features (ya' dig)
Walk in the booth I get right on (yeah)
F****** that bitch put the pipe on (yeah)
If I ain't got a strap ima' fight 'em, if my woedi down bad put 'em right on
Trap make a play from this morning to night dawn
Smile on my face when that money look right (huh)
They some broke niggas I heard she don't like them
Roll me a blunt, she wan' smoke i say right on (yeah)
Walk in the booth I get right on (yeah)
F****** that bitch put the pipe on (yeah)
If I ain't got a strap ima' fight 'em, if my woedi down bad put 'em right on
Trap make a play from this morning to night dawn
Smile on my face when that money look right (huh)
They some broke niggas I heard nothing 'bout them
Smoke me a blunt to the face I get right on (yeah)
NyNy, you know what the f*** going on
(You know i got to talk to 'em)
Uh
Walk in the booth I get right on (yeah)
F****** that bitch put the pipe on (yeah)
If I ain't got a strap ima' fight 'em, if my woedi down bad put 'em right on
Trap make a play from this morning to night dawn
Smile on my face when that money look right (huh)
They some broke niggas I heard she don't like them
Roll me a blunt, she wan' smoke i say right on (yeah)
Walk in the booth I get right on (yeah)
F****** that bitch put the pipe on (yeah)
If I ain't got a strap ima' fight 'em, if my woedi down bad put 'em right on
Trap make a play from this morning to night dawn
Smile on my face when that money look right (huh)
They some broke niggas I heard nothing 'bout them
Smoke me a blunt to the face I get right on (yeah)
F****** on the money got me to turnt up
Nigga think that I ain't clutching get your body burnt up
In the hole all alone I can do it myself
Really wanted niggas get it they ain't worried 'bout the wealth
Cut them other niggas off 'cause they bad for my health
Get a lor stack, put it in the box
Nigga this the plan fuck a block buy stock
Running from a h** but I aint running from a opp or cop
You should chill, i know you folding under pressure keep it real
I was locked in the cell no appeal
Now I'm out b****** loving my appeal get retarded off a pill
Junkie really fiending, think u get a dose for the free nigga dreaming
Lost low sales taxing hard I aint mean it
But the bread koming in now for the features (ya' dig)
Walk in the booth I get right on (yeah)
F****** that bitch put the pipe on (yeah)
If I ain't got a strap ima' fight 'em, if my woedi down bad put 'em right on
Trap make a play from this morning to night dawn
Smile on my face when that money look right (huh)
They some broke niggas I heard she don't like them
Roll me a blunt, she wan' smoke i say right on (yeah)
Walk in the booth I get right on (yeah)
F****** that bitch put the pipe on (yeah)
If I ain't got a strap ima' fight 'em, if my woedi down bad put 'em right on
Trap make a play from this morning to night dawn
Smile on my face when that money look right (huh)
They some broke niggas I heard nothing 'bout them
Smoke me a blunt to the face I get right on (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Aniyja Bullock
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