"I WAS RIGHT" lyrics
R-ready to shoot now, I'm stuck in my pivot
Get the fuck out, I'm flyin' over Pacific
You want him knocked? You gotta be more specific
Pussy boy tried, but his head was terrific
5.56 and the stick long digit
He fucked up on the train, he had a load on my kidney
He shot his gun, but he shot then missed
Shootin' up my house, the fuck y'all ass brickin'?
Come out on top, hit his ass with the fitness
Nigga got scared to get the drop, that's a cricket
Came to his block, I ain't hear nothin' but crickets
Wonder where they at, go get knocked, I ain't picky
Your shot is broken and fuck how you did it
Fucked around, chopped the boy hand off for stealin'
Fucked around and then he got rich off of killin'
X gang shit, poppin' X like a wheelie
Yeah, this bitch eat on dick like a filly
Hell nah them niggas can't come, I ain't with it
You know somebody got a Glock, then you know I get busy
Santa Claus war, might come down your chimney
Go to war with anybody, we would walk down the street, caught him missin'
I'm ballin' out, down to point guard on the Grizzlies
Comin' out Russia, come barge in your buildin'
I'ma roll out, he gon' pull up four fizzy
Knock your ass out when I drop like some deer meat
You keep writin' checks, I'ma catch you sincerely
Put on the glasses so I can shoot clearly
I'm in that Rover, man, me and my brother had knocked niggas down in October
He not no snake, cut the neck off a cobra
It's fresh white, nigga have him white like a toner
Fucked her last week, how the fuck y'all ain't know her?
Your bitch go drink on my neck like it's boba
Yeah, that's 12 on me, nigga knocked down them soldiers
God walk with me, when I catch you, it's over
That's not your bitch, man, you know I had stole her
Catch him with stock, call that bitch like a phone
That nigga dead, play with more black roses
Tell a nigga I get him knocked, stop trollin'
Pull up and knock at your door like Jehovah
LV scarf, but I walk down with loafers
Tell a bitch pull up, hell yeah, I'm the host
Trick down from that ho, nigga lost all emotion
Band gang shit, we the wave in the ocean
We at the store, bag him up like some groceries
Put him up, put him on the wall like poster
Shrimp-ass nigga get shell like some oysters
ZF for president, that's why I vote for him
This bitch, she wish she could suck me up off her
Finna start rockin' out shows, go coastal
Pull up and bang that ho out, I ain't mogul
This bitch, she brown, but this ho like some mocha
Last one in the race, nigga get beat
Sometimes somehow still got heat
Caught the boy, then I went popped at his feet
How the fuck I made 20 thou in my sleep?
How many times this bitch grabbin' my meat?
How the fuck trash-ass song got leaked?
This so hard, dropped the bomb with the beat
Baby dick on the Glock, pop out and sneak
Know I'm wrong, I ain't answer phones for Lil Reek
I ain't gon' care, yeah, I had shot at they Jeep
Yeah, for real, tape on his mouth, he can't speak
Yeah, I had to get the fuck ready, blue light
Who caught the boy slippin'? You ain't seen I was hype
Light on the Glock, man, that motherfuckin' bright
He was gon' tell on y'all boys, I was right
He was gon' tell on y'all boys, I was right
He was gon' tell on y'all boys, I was right
Get the fuck out, I'm flyin' over Pacific
You want him knocked? You gotta be more specific
Pussy boy tried, but his head was terrific
5.56 and the stick long digit
He fucked up on the train, he had a load on my kidney
He shot his gun, but he shot then missed
Shootin' up my house, the fuck y'all ass brickin'?
Come out on top, hit his ass with the fitness
Nigga got scared to get the drop, that's a cricket
Came to his block, I ain't hear nothin' but crickets
Wonder where they at, go get knocked, I ain't picky
Your shot is broken and fuck how you did it
Fucked around, chopped the boy hand off for stealin'
Fucked around and then he got rich off of killin'
X gang shit, poppin' X like a wheelie
Yeah, this bitch eat on dick like a filly
Hell nah them niggas can't come, I ain't with it
You know somebody got a Glock, then you know I get busy
Santa Claus war, might come down your chimney
Go to war with anybody, we would walk down the street, caught him missin'
I'm ballin' out, down to point guard on the Grizzlies
Comin' out Russia, come barge in your buildin'
I'ma roll out, he gon' pull up four fizzy
Knock your ass out when I drop like some deer meat
You keep writin' checks, I'ma catch you sincerely
Put on the glasses so I can shoot clearly
I'm in that Rover, man, me and my brother had knocked niggas down in October
He not no snake, cut the neck off a cobra
It's fresh white, nigga have him white like a toner
Fucked her last week, how the fuck y'all ain't know her?
Your bitch go drink on my neck like it's boba
Yeah, that's 12 on me, nigga knocked down them soldiers
God walk with me, when I catch you, it's over
That's not your bitch, man, you know I had stole her
Catch him with stock, call that bitch like a phone
That nigga dead, play with more black roses
Tell a nigga I get him knocked, stop trollin'
Pull up and knock at your door like Jehovah
LV scarf, but I walk down with loafers
Tell a bitch pull up, hell yeah, I'm the host
Trick down from that ho, nigga lost all emotion
Band gang shit, we the wave in the ocean
We at the store, bag him up like some groceries
Put him up, put him on the wall like poster
Shrimp-ass nigga get shell like some oysters
ZF for president, that's why I vote for him
This bitch, she wish she could suck me up off her
Finna start rockin' out shows, go coastal
Pull up and bang that ho out, I ain't mogul
This bitch, she brown, but this ho like some mocha
Last one in the race, nigga get beat
Sometimes somehow still got heat
Caught the boy, then I went popped at his feet
How the fuck I made 20 thou in my sleep?
How many times this bitch grabbin' my meat?
How the fuck trash-ass song got leaked?
This so hard, dropped the bomb with the beat
Baby dick on the Glock, pop out and sneak
Know I'm wrong, I ain't answer phones for Lil Reek
I ain't gon' care, yeah, I had shot at they Jeep
Yeah, for real, tape on his mouth, he can't speak
Yeah, I had to get the fuck ready, blue light
Who caught the boy slippin'? You ain't seen I was hype
Light on the Glock, man, that motherfuckin' bright
He was gon' tell on y'all boys, I was right
He was gon' tell on y'all boys, I was right
He was gon' tell on y'all boys, I was right
