Damn Right
Street exact shawty
These niggas did fucked up now
Shit just got real
Nigga fuckin' with that campaign from Memphis to New York (ATL)
Miami, Detriot, we get money
I said motherfuck these bitches, I don't wanna settle down
I ain't got time for this shit, I'm too busy selling loud
I ain't vouching for these niggas, they ain't built like me
Trap house on fire 'cause I got zips for the chief
On a dope boy shit, rocking 89 flights
Smelling like a pound of stank, on the red ass flight
Mama just called me, remind me that her rent due
A million quater brick for to book me for a venue
Fucked up in the head, yeah, I got some issues
She got right up off her knees, then came home and kissed you
They say that they 'bout that life, and I got what them hoes like
But I put that on my life, that I never sold white
Trap rolling so hard, and I fucked around
Smoked too many blunts, got comfortable and spent the night
I asked lil' mama, was she staying over?
She looked at me and said, "Yeah nigga, damn right"
Damn right, damn right
I went to sleep counting bread, nigga damn right
Damn right, damn right
I woke up getting head, nigga damn right
Damn right, I still trap, word that my shit hot
Fast money coming fast, bro, I'll probably never stop
Running through them Cali bands, been allergic to the block
Thumbs up to my neighbors, they never caught a not
Damn right, I'm coming up, but Tech said that pussy whipped
Going 90 minutes strong, put her in a suit flex
Then I power bone that bitch, she screaming out this your pussy
Her nigga real lame, he be fucking like a rookie
These gangsta swag, damn right, it's dope money
These rappers say they live it, but these suckers straight lunging
Trap rolling hard, still won't stop jumping
I went to bed getting bread, nigga damn right
Trap rolling so hard, and I fucked around
Smoked too many blunts, got comfortable and spend the night
I asked lil' mama, was she staying over?
She looked at me and said, "Yeah nigga, damn right"
Damn right, damn right
I went to sleep counting bread, nigga damn right
Damn right, damn right
I woke up getting head, nigga damn right (uh-huh)
These niggas did fucked up now
Shit just got real
Nigga fuckin' with that campaign from Memphis to New York (ATL)
Miami, Detriot, we get money
I said motherfuck these bitches, I don't wanna settle down
I ain't got time for this shit, I'm too busy selling loud
I ain't vouching for these niggas, they ain't built like me
Trap house on fire 'cause I got zips for the chief
On a dope boy shit, rocking 89 flights
Smelling like a pound of stank, on the red ass flight
Mama just called me, remind me that her rent due
A million quater brick for to book me for a venue
Fucked up in the head, yeah, I got some issues
She got right up off her knees, then came home and kissed you
They say that they 'bout that life, and I got what them hoes like
But I put that on my life, that I never sold white
Trap rolling so hard, and I fucked around
Smoked too many blunts, got comfortable and spent the night
I asked lil' mama, was she staying over?
She looked at me and said, "Yeah nigga, damn right"
Damn right, damn right
I went to sleep counting bread, nigga damn right
Damn right, damn right
I woke up getting head, nigga damn right
Damn right, I still trap, word that my shit hot
Fast money coming fast, bro, I'll probably never stop
Running through them Cali bands, been allergic to the block
Thumbs up to my neighbors, they never caught a not
Damn right, I'm coming up, but Tech said that pussy whipped
Going 90 minutes strong, put her in a suit flex
Then I power bone that bitch, she screaming out this your pussy
Her nigga real lame, he be fucking like a rookie
These gangsta swag, damn right, it's dope money
These rappers say they live it, but these suckers straight lunging
Trap rolling hard, still won't stop jumping
I went to bed getting bread, nigga damn right
Trap rolling so hard, and I fucked around
Smoked too many blunts, got comfortable and spend the night
I asked lil' mama, was she staying over?
She looked at me and said, "Yeah nigga, damn right"
Damn right, damn right
I went to sleep counting bread, nigga damn right
Damn right, damn right
I woke up getting head, nigga damn right (uh-huh)
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Writer(s): Adolph R Thornton Jr., Moten Dexter
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