Right Price ft. Young Slime Lyrics

I run out

It's back in fo the night

Got gas that take you on a flight

How she gone leave

I'm the one that fuck her right

I'm dropping wood but that pussy still tight

Want pressure

Get that shit on sight

We was outside

Y'all was in for the night

Roll up a blunt and get higher than a kite

We got exotic

They smoking something slight

Having exotic

The smoking something slight

I'm copping that bag if they got the prices right

Designer jeans

Amiri on the side

Got this Glock on my hip

Better think about yo life

She a cold ass bitch

So i call her ice spice

Broke my heart once

But she can't do it twice

Do it again

You gambling with yo life

One of one

Son of a gun

Hollow tip bust out my pipe

Stuffing her guts

She want me to cuff

But I can't she ain't even my type

Naw she ain't even my type

I fuck her good and tell her goodbye

All these questions

Keep asking me why

Ask me no question

I tell you no lie

Here for a good time

I ain't in it for life

I'm the one

You the two

Like the vice

Presidents coming in by the pack

Hell naw can't make you wife

Kept fucking up till I got it right

We going up but I'm still afraid of heights

Call yo bluff cuz they only acting tough

Behind a cellular device

Gotta know how to swim for real

It's sharks to yo left and right

Unc work the graveyard shift

And he beat the block like he Ike

I ain't have no one to lean on

So I put that shit in my sprite

We get sky, high

I'm not your average kite

Feel like I need you during the day

But be gone by tonight

They left me blind

Should've seen the signs

But it's iight

I know you was lying

So I recline when I see you on sight

Every time I hit the za

It hit me back like we having a fight

I put my heart on ice

Living one hell of a life

Living one hell of a life

But we still tryna go to heaven

Lil bruh don't fuck with the police

He skipped over 12 when he was 11

Fuck with that dog, like Mike Vick

Fuck round roll up me a 7

Can't get no tips

And I won't slip

This transmission came out a Chevy

Having exotic they smoking something slight

Copping that bag they got the prices right

Designer jeans amiri on the side

Got this Glock on my hip better think about ya life

You better think about ya life