Right on Lyrics

It's just a normal thing when, when death occurs, it's just like, I ain't gonna say it's wrong to show love, but if it ain't genuine, why do it? Like, if it ain't real, like, you know what I'm saying

Everybody knows, like I know, like you know. Motherfuckers didn't fuck a girl like that, you know what I'm saying? And me either, but we always gon' be ourselves no matter what. We gon' show up and show out and stand out

I got Mikey with me for sure

This gang don't play, we sit in the stands

You speak on the game, I smoke in your brother

Lil' baby, we grown, I fuck with a rubber

This nigga be dyin', let's go kill each other

I'm stuffin' a dick, she want me to cuff her

Her friend want somethin', I just might fuck her

He speak on the kill, so now he in trouble

5'5", 6', you know you can't duck

They cut her face, them bitches might cut her

Lil' nigga a cent, you fuck with a sucker

Brand new bitch, she on like mustard

I'm in the trap with Jack through the night

Scrappin' the badge, it's like I'm a dice

I got 20 to Glock, so why would I fight

If he gon' look, then I'm goin' right

I'm in the drink, he said I'm the guy

I'm in the car, I'm close to the ride

He workin' his son, then we slide through his jaw

Nah, we did this shit fast

Freaky lil' bitch, I live for that

Come in the back, then we here from the back

And fuck to my song while I'm pullin' your tracks

Put a switch on my Glock, this shit kinda bad

Put a switch on my Glock, gon' hit at your ass

We run with the Glock, we get runnin' some tracks

5'5", 6', put a hole in his back

I'm Ryan Garcia, I beat up the track

Just like I'm Tank, I beat up the gang

I go with the Glock, then minus the track

He a kill while he shots, we call him a sack

Scream at the back, turn the blood up in cribs

If I got the low, I'ma spend where you live

Don't drive by gang, that shot's like the kill

He come on the street, we gon' blow out the wheels

Sky pass, switch out the gears

Fold the drink, been on it for years

I'm smokin' your party, you sheddin' some tears

I hop on the beat, I talk my shit real

Since young nigga been poppin' the beers

Nah, I don't know what I feel

I think of the love, I think of the drugs

I just wanna fuck, I can't get enough

He say he be killin', we callin' it bluff

He say I'm a dog, then nigga go rough

I fuck with the Drake, the Drake don't got rough

The Glock got a D, I bet that he bust