Get Right (Edited Version)
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Everybody switching them sides who can you trust
Believe what you wanna believe what's to discuss
Young a type a nigga that throw you the whip and ride the bus
And still give the nigga my last, enough is enough
Bad bitch with me and she makes bread
Let her ride the dick like a Ten Speed
They tell me turn up so I change gear
They know me in this motherfucker like Cheers
Hood nigga yea and I'm living major
Whole fucking hood know I made ya
Whole fucking block know I saved ya
Your own fucking folks knows I raised ya
See I kept it 100 from the fucking start
Call me Mel Gibson, got a brave heart
See they money get low and they get tight
Homie gone with the games, nigga get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Stuntin on these hoes
Stuntin on these niggas
Sparkles on the way
Yea we blowin' on these figures
Keep 'em coming we gone do it all night
Got the whole hood with me we bout to
Get right
So now you ain't fucking with me, that's how you feel
Like I was ever fucking with you, get for real
And I ain't done what for who, nigga for real
You claiming that you put niggas on, get you a deal
Acting like Rico from Belly, that's what you doing
Homie don't really know what it is, what you pursuing
But fuck around nigga with Young he'll get you ruined
Thought we was going in tonight, fuck is we doing
Real talk nigga I ain't the bitch type
Don't make me fuck your bitch, bet I'm your bitch's type
Have her looking broad day with a flashlight
Dull ass niggas stay tryin' to find light
Acting ass niggas give 'em 3 strikes
Heard he rapped to the judge gave 'em 3 mics
Never in my life seen niggas acting like dikes
Nigga go'n with the games, homie get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell em get right
Call up 'em broads tell em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell em get right
Call up 'em broads tell em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Ain't stuntin' these hoes
Ain't stuntin' these niggas
Sparkles on the way
Yea we blowin' on these figures
Keep 'em coming we gone do it all night
Got the whole hood with me we bout to
Get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Everybody switching them sides who can you trust
Believe what you wanna believe what's to discuss
Young a type a nigga that throw you the whip and ride the bus
And still give the nigga my last, enough is enough
Bad bitch with me and she makes bread
Let her ride the dick like a Ten Speed
They tell me turn up so I change gear
They know me in this motherfucker like Cheers
Hood nigga yea and I'm living major
Whole fucking hood know I made ya
Whole fucking block know I saved ya
Your own fucking folks knows I raised ya
See I kept it 100 from the fucking start
Call me Mel Gibson, got a brave heart
See they money get low and they get tight
Homie gone with the games, nigga get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell 'em get right
Call up 'em broads tell 'em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Stuntin on these hoes
Stuntin on these niggas
Sparkles on the way
Yea we blowin' on these figures
Keep 'em coming we gone do it all night
Got the whole hood with me we bout to
Get right
So now you ain't fucking with me, that's how you feel
Like I was ever fucking with you, get for real
And I ain't done what for who, nigga for real
You claiming that you put niggas on, get you a deal
Acting like Rico from Belly, that's what you doing
Homie don't really know what it is, what you pursuing
But fuck around nigga with Young he'll get you ruined
Thought we was going in tonight, fuck is we doing
Real talk nigga I ain't the bitch type
Don't make me fuck your bitch, bet I'm your bitch's type
Have her looking broad day with a flashlight
Dull ass niggas stay tryin' to find light
Acting ass niggas give 'em 3 strikes
Heard he rapped to the judge gave 'em 3 mics
Never in my life seen niggas acting like dikes
Nigga go'n with the games, homie get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell em get right
Call up 'em broads tell em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Heard it's popping at the spot, time to get right
Call up my dogs tell em get right
Call up 'em broads tell em get right
Poppin' bottles till we fall
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Let's get right
Ain't stuntin' these hoes
Ain't stuntin' these niggas
Sparkles on the way
Yea we blowin' on these figures
Keep 'em coming we gone do it all night
Got the whole hood with me we bout to
Get right
Credits
Writer(s): Jay W. Jenkins, Maurice Jordan, Byron Keith Forest Ii
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