YEA RIGHT Lyrics

I gotta make 'em understand

Holla yea right

Niggas be pillow talking

Holla yeaaa right Ha ha ha ha

East the wave you cook this

Nigga be acting like they want smoke

Cook up Cam made another one

You know Mike Rich in here

Do it to em like this

Bboy Dropping that sauce

I gotta make em understand that they fucking wit a grown man

I drop some change on ya brain from a long range

Don't get it twisted bout my business in my own lane

I Shoot my shot at bad bitches I got raw aim

I got raw aim

Some niggas be hating but wat yu mad fa

Don't make me spin on ya twice and leave ya brains on the dash Board

Like fuck ya friend and ya Patna plus ya dog too

Fuck yo bitch too

We getting money on my end that's wat we all do

I heard they say a nigga I'm broke ain't got no bank roll

It's prolly cuz ion be fucking wit these ratchets or these stank hoes

Keep it 100 can't be fucking wit no bitch niggas

Lets keep it solid yea my circle full of rich niggas

Niggas be dying in my city each and everyday

All they know is clutching hammers boost the murder rate

And nah the youngsters going crazy off the dog food

Distributors turned users on Dat dog food

1 false move we gon get em gone

Might send a hit send a blitz put em on a head stone

I'm outchea shining like a light thats wat they mad fa

What they mad fa

Nîgga say he want that smoke that's what that bag fa

What that bag fa

And if yu fuckin wit me nah then holla yea right

Yea right

Middle fingers to yo haters holla yea right

Yea right

Yo do yo Shìt yu in the mix then holla yea right

Living yo best life then holla yea right

Respectfully I kno they on my trail nah

They prolly pray I go to hell or go to jail nah

I can't believe how they talk about me

Yu wouldn't believe how they talk about me

I Make em bleed just for talking bout me

Me an my ppl in a section Houston texas

Buying bottle after bottle we be flexing

What y'all mad for don't yu know that we Some stepppas

Talking big bag yes a big bag on another level

They prolly mad cuz they can't do it how I do

Do it how I do

I get that money tryna stack it thru the roof

Yeaa Don't get me wrong I got a bitch she in a coup

Don't be mad at me jealousy the only yu do

I got these vvs round my neck yu see me shining

I got this ice up in my mouth yu kno they diamonds

Plus I got Two watches on my wrist big timing

Cash money

Everyday I'm hustling you know where to find me

1 false move we gon get em gone

Might send a hit send a blitz put em on a head stone

I'm outchea shining like a light thats wat they mad fa

What they mad fa

Nîgga say he want that smoke that's what that bag fa

What that bag fa

And if yu fuckin wit me nah then holla yea right

Yea right

Middle fingers to yo haters holla yea right

Yea right

Yo do yo Shìt yu in the mix then holla yea right

Living yo best life then holla yea right

We gone get em gone

Put 'em on a head stone

That's what they mad fa

What that bag fa

They Holla yea right

Holla yea right