"Right 1" lyrics
Let it run- Let it run, Zay
Let it run, let it run
(Ayy, 5lo-)
Ayy, ayy
(Ceg-ball tr-) What? What?
(Ce-Ceg-ball trippin' on this one)
I think the Xan' tryna tell me somethin', that Perc' talk
Could've smacked her friend, I wasn't tryna start no drama
Paper-tag Sedan, pull on they block, we makin' a whole lotta noise
Ain't hearin' nothin' you sayin', bust down Carti', the left and the right one
Nigga wan' talk 'bout the smoke, we havin' smoke, all my niggas got new guns
All white, feel like the pope, Supreme drip, goin' AF1
Thot ho thought I was dumb, bitch, you trippin', know you workin' one
Pullin' up, .300 Blackout hit his dome, he can't feel nothin'
I'm goin' Fear of God, Chrome Heart', these niggas ain't drippin' on nothin'
I got a switch in the car, switch in the car, young Prada pull out that button
Pradabag mix it hard, mix it hard, I got the trap house money
Young nigga rockstar, rock out with a four-nick' and a cannon
I got a black truck, pullin' up, ready to pick up a body
Young nigga act up, took that boy down, put some new ice on the Carti'
Mm, I got a "brr" in the car, a "brr" in the car, pull up, bitch, I get to bussin'
Fully on me go retarded, I go retarded when a ho send me yo' name
Whip out the fully stick, get to trippin', we spin that block 'til the mornin'
She want them rocks, Xans, pink pills, bitch, you can't boot up on nothin'
I got a red flag on the stick, tryna put opp block on it
I got a black Glock doin' tricks, ain't got no serial on it
I think the Xan' tryna tell me somethin', that Perc' talk
Could've smacked her friend, I wasn't tryna to start no drama
Paper-tag Sedan, pull on they block, we makin' a whole lotta noise
Ain't hearin' nothin' you sayin', bust down Carti', the left and the right one
Nigga wan' talk 'bout the smoke, we havin' smoke, all my niggas got new guns
All white, feel like the pope, Supreme drip, goin' AF1
Thot ho thought I was dumb, bitch, you trippin', know you workin' one
Pullin' up, .300 Blackout hit his dome, he can't feel nothin'
What? Yeah, no, no
No, no, what?
Let it run, let it run
(Ayy, 5lo-)
Ayy, ayy
(Ceg-ball tr-) What? What?
(Ce-Ceg-ball trippin' on this one)
I think the Xan' tryna tell me somethin', that Perc' talk
Could've smacked her friend, I wasn't tryna start no drama
Paper-tag Sedan, pull on they block, we makin' a whole lotta noise
Ain't hearin' nothin' you sayin', bust down Carti', the left and the right one
Nigga wan' talk 'bout the smoke, we havin' smoke, all my niggas got new guns
All white, feel like the pope, Supreme drip, goin' AF1
Thot ho thought I was dumb, bitch, you trippin', know you workin' one
Pullin' up, .300 Blackout hit his dome, he can't feel nothin'
I'm goin' Fear of God, Chrome Heart', these niggas ain't drippin' on nothin'
I got a switch in the car, switch in the car, young Prada pull out that button
Pradabag mix it hard, mix it hard, I got the trap house money
Young nigga rockstar, rock out with a four-nick' and a cannon
I got a black truck, pullin' up, ready to pick up a body
Young nigga act up, took that boy down, put some new ice on the Carti'
Mm, I got a "brr" in the car, a "brr" in the car, pull up, bitch, I get to bussin'
Fully on me go retarded, I go retarded when a ho send me yo' name
Whip out the fully stick, get to trippin', we spin that block 'til the mornin'
She want them rocks, Xans, pink pills, bitch, you can't boot up on nothin'
I got a red flag on the stick, tryna put opp block on it
I got a black Glock doin' tricks, ain't got no serial on it
I think the Xan' tryna tell me somethin', that Perc' talk
Could've smacked her friend, I wasn't tryna to start no drama
Paper-tag Sedan, pull on they block, we makin' a whole lotta noise
Ain't hearin' nothin' you sayin', bust down Carti', the left and the right one
Nigga wan' talk 'bout the smoke, we havin' smoke, all my niggas got new guns
All white, feel like the pope, Supreme drip, goin' AF1
Thot ho thought I was dumb, bitch, you trippin', know you workin' one
Pullin' up, .300 Blackout hit his dome, he can't feel nothin'
What? Yeah, no, no
No, no, what?
