DATS RIGHT
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know that's right
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know that's right
That's right
I know that's right
That's right
If it's me or you, you gotta go
I know that's right
Only one soul could be the GOAT
I know that's right
You niggas sold your soul, you playin' with Goats
I know that's right
At the end, kill yourself, slit your throat
Slit your throat
Every verse feelin' like I'm pushin' coke
I know that's right
They be like, Tronee, that shit dope
I know that's right
Hear my shit and rappers lose hope
I know that's right
If it's him or me, he a ghost
I ain't saying, it can't be her, but I don't fight bitches
I know that's right
Ask what I prefer, I only like bitches
I know that's right
I like skinny, thick, round, black, and white bitches
I know that's right
I like straight, bi, lesbian, and dyke bitches
Look, hit my phone, you best be talkin' moolah
I know that's right
I'm talkin' Drake, Nicki, Tyga, Bird Junior
I know that's right
From the gutter, motherfucker, top ramen
The bottom had me, now the top got problems
I'm a motherfuckin' threat, and a promise
I know that's right
Never lied to kick it, I'm honest
I know that's right
I kick a nigga ass over pennies
I know that's right
I eat lobster shrimp salmon, not Denny's
Cube and Mike Epps all about the Benjis
I know that's right
B-I-G-L-O-X, about my Benjis
I know that's right
I like girls with fat asses, little titties
I know that's right
I like girls with big asses, big titties
Big titties, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know that's right
I know that's right
I know that's right
Stress be in my neck, so I sleep on Tempur-Pedic
They can't figure me, I'm a pyramid in Egypt
808 thump, I been sippin' Prosecco
Every verse jump, takin' shots of espresso
Every verse jump, takin' off from the Freeline
Air Jordan, nigga, never be a better design
What the fuck is free time
Fuck your pedicure, bitch, with is me time
I take straight bets, nothing on the side
Keep a main bitch and something on the side
Good with one, but sometimes I like quantity
I be feinding like Pookie Pussy callin' me
Never be famous, just wealthy
I ain't rich yet, but I'm healthy
Took a picture on my dick, sent her a selfie
She text back a prayer, Lord, help me
Next thing she said was so dirty, I felt filthy
Nobody makes it out alive, they gon' kill me
I feel like Pac when I write a hundred songs
Get out my face, stay the fuck where you belong
I'm on my way to the top where I belong
I feel like Pac, I'm right even when I'm wrong
I know that's right
I know that's right
It's really hard to tell if I'm a nice guy or I'm baiting you
Might be D4L
I'm a savage with a drac on you
This is how you made me, baby, this is what you made me do
Pockets filled with bells, inkwells and stripes that's navy blue
Never had a problem with a solid, nigga
Only dick-sucking ass gobble-gobble, niggas
Shut my Instagram down, cause I don't follow, niggas
And if they really got a problem, get these Hollows, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Good God
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, say what you want but never say that I ain't live
I'm killing shit the only way to stay alive
Threat, threat, threat, threat how I'm described
If you agree, hit the like and then subscribe
I feel like money making Mitch in a suuab
I'm getting even like a six with all my opps
I'm biblical, I still believe in eye for eye
We all blind, good God
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Still a gangster, that's just how it's been this far
Entertainer, that's just how it's been this far
If it ain't making money, then it don't make sense for sure
Taking all my problems, benzes, aventadors
Profits, freedom, power, gain it all and lose my soul
If I ruled the world, I would sing like Curtis Blow
Buy some big-ass pointers and a bulletproof vest
And a stick that'd sweep a nigga up like a mess
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I clean a nigga up like a mess
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Good God
Good faith, good grace, good life
Good parts, good girls, good guys
Good taste, good heart, good ride
Good health, good Lord, good God
Good news, good as new, good views now
Good for you, good, what you gonna do now
Good intentions, good wills, good signs
Good fortune, good Lord, good God
Good God
Good God
Good God
Good God
I know that's right
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know that's right
That's right
I know that's right
That's right
If it's me or you, you gotta go
I know that's right
Only one soul could be the GOAT
I know that's right
You niggas sold your soul, you playin' with Goats
I know that's right
At the end, kill yourself, slit your throat
Slit your throat
Every verse feelin' like I'm pushin' coke
I know that's right
They be like, Tronee, that shit dope
I know that's right
Hear my shit and rappers lose hope
I know that's right
If it's him or me, he a ghost
I ain't saying, it can't be her, but I don't fight bitches
I know that's right
Ask what I prefer, I only like bitches
I know that's right
I like skinny, thick, round, black, and white bitches
I know that's right
I like straight, bi, lesbian, and dyke bitches
Look, hit my phone, you best be talkin' moolah
I know that's right
I'm talkin' Drake, Nicki, Tyga, Bird Junior
I know that's right
From the gutter, motherfucker, top ramen
The bottom had me, now the top got problems
I'm a motherfuckin' threat, and a promise
I know that's right
Never lied to kick it, I'm honest
I know that's right
I kick a nigga ass over pennies
I know that's right
I eat lobster shrimp salmon, not Denny's
Cube and Mike Epps all about the Benjis
I know that's right
B-I-G-L-O-X, about my Benjis
I know that's right
I like girls with fat asses, little titties
I know that's right
I like girls with big asses, big titties
Big titties, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know that's right
I know that's right
I know that's right
Stress be in my neck, so I sleep on Tempur-Pedic
They can't figure me, I'm a pyramid in Egypt
808 thump, I been sippin' Prosecco
Every verse jump, takin' shots of espresso
Every verse jump, takin' off from the Freeline
Air Jordan, nigga, never be a better design
What the fuck is free time
Fuck your pedicure, bitch, with is me time
I take straight bets, nothing on the side
Keep a main bitch and something on the side
Good with one, but sometimes I like quantity
I be feinding like Pookie Pussy callin' me
Never be famous, just wealthy
I ain't rich yet, but I'm healthy
Took a picture on my dick, sent her a selfie
She text back a prayer, Lord, help me
Next thing she said was so dirty, I felt filthy
Nobody makes it out alive, they gon' kill me
I feel like Pac when I write a hundred songs
Get out my face, stay the fuck where you belong
I'm on my way to the top where I belong
I feel like Pac, I'm right even when I'm wrong
I know that's right
I know that's right
It's really hard to tell if I'm a nice guy or I'm baiting you
Might be D4L
I'm a savage with a drac on you
This is how you made me, baby, this is what you made me do
Pockets filled with bells, inkwells and stripes that's navy blue
Never had a problem with a solid, nigga
Only dick-sucking ass gobble-gobble, niggas
Shut my Instagram down, cause I don't follow, niggas
And if they really got a problem, get these Hollows, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Good God
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, say what you want but never say that I ain't live
I'm killing shit the only way to stay alive
Threat, threat, threat, threat how I'm described
If you agree, hit the like and then subscribe
I feel like money making Mitch in a suuab
I'm getting even like a six with all my opps
I'm biblical, I still believe in eye for eye
We all blind, good God
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Still a gangster, that's just how it's been this far
Entertainer, that's just how it's been this far
If it ain't making money, then it don't make sense for sure
Taking all my problems, benzes, aventadors
Profits, freedom, power, gain it all and lose my soul
If I ruled the world, I would sing like Curtis Blow
Buy some big-ass pointers and a bulletproof vest
And a stick that'd sweep a nigga up like a mess
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I clean a nigga up like a mess
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Good God
Good faith, good grace, good life
Good parts, good girls, good guys
Good taste, good heart, good ride
Good health, good Lord, good God
Good news, good as new, good views now
Good for you, good, what you gonna do now
Good intentions, good wills, good signs
Good fortune, good Lord, good God
Good God
Good God
Good God
Good God
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Writer(s): Guy Banks
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