Alright Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
They ask me how im doing i tell em alright
But I aint really tryna chop it gotta catch a flight
Ball flat no i cant kick it my circle too tight
Five a.m. on ocean drive im askin God to give me back them nights
But see its back to reality
Woods to keep me leveled but im high w no gravity
These hoes say they aint fucking boy i promise its blasphemy
Thats the main reason why these bitches is gnats to me
I was giving folks deals prolly shoulda gave em fetty
You see me with the same niggas ed edd and eddy
I be lowkey ina cut im kinda feeling like im seddy
My pipe concealed and its tucked so please don't think that i aint ready
I got it on me
Call that bitch a dualshock but my blick aint from sony
If it aint about no money then that argument is phony
If i ever get jammed bitch im going out like Tony
They ask me how im doing i tell em alright
But I aint really tryna chop it gotta catch a flight
Ball flat no i cant kick it my circle too tight
Five a.m. on ocean drive im askin God to give me back them nights
That third eye opened and now i see the light
Ill tell you when im wrong and ill tell you when im right
I need something for the pain put codeine in my sprite
You cant understand the principles you aint gon move in life
And thats nokizzy
I was seventeen with all As but i still kept a glizzy
Niggas mad at me cause they women fuckin with me
You shitty with the wrong one she giving up her pussy
Beefing over bitches that shit might be kinda fruity
Ice cream on my body i aint really feeling stussy
Im kinda quick to bug up, my mental slightly looney
So be smooth when you approach you on some hot shit make em cool it
My mama out the way in the boonies
But i can still go kick it with some goonies
Know some bitches in the trenches that might let me beat the doonies
But i ain't interested in groupies
Boy my life really a movie
They ask me how im doing i tell em alright
But I aint really tryna chop it gotta catch a flight
Ball flat no i cant kick it my circle too tight
Five a.m. on ocean drive im askin God to give me back them nights