Get Rite Lyrics

I'm the main man, I ain't no side dish, yeah

Big fried, close my eyelids, yeah

I wanna get so damn rich and cop me an island, yeah

Can't trust a bop-ski, hoes wylin, yeah

She got money and she got some mileage, yeah

I'll let it pass 'cause she fly like pilots, yeah

Nothing faze me, I ain't even excited, yeah

Ridin' presidential but I ain't no average joe, I ain't Biden

It's detrimental, put out some new swag, I know they biting

Throw up my bezel, 'cause if I'm in that nice car, bitch I'm ridin

It's perfect timing, if ima drop the pin, she gon' slide in

Chainy gang, got this watch on me, know she like it

Know they watch, and they stop, and they stare when I'm on

2025, they still bump Phenomenon

Trill house, yeah, bump, speakers on

Get right or you gonna get gone

I know they waiting on me, so I told them hold on

When you speak to me, better lower your tone

Swag money in my voice, hear it in my tone

Stop, drop, and roll, biatch, get low

I had 'em going crazy when I did my first show

Everybody love to talk, I ain't worried 'bout no bloke

You ain't never been in my shoes, ain't going toe to toe

We can go bag for bag, we can go blow for blow

You a bitch, but I don't wanna tell you stuff you already know

From The Dirty, you gon' have to check in with the goats

I'm from Oregon, shit get crazy, uh, yeah, West Coast

I'm Hakeem with the block, yeah I make the text go green

I'm the new Kurt Cobain, bitch I'm odee

Bitch I'm around a lot of green like I'm on the weed

Every time I muhfuckin' speak they love my prophecy

One of one, yeah I find it crazy really being me

Top grrr, top three, gotta top me

You gotta sign a damn waiver if you wanna talk to me

Ain't nobody getting away with talking hot for free

Can't kick it with these lame boys, no comradery

No you not my bruddanem, no you not my comrad

Escort you to your own funeral, I'm wearing all black

I said I can't do this shit right now, I got her blocked, mad

I guess I'll have to settle with me being the best you never had

Take that boy to Neverland, I feel like Peter Pan

I felt like H-I-M before they ever called me the man

They ask him how the fuck he do it, they like god damn

Bitch I'm trill mob tied, throw up my right hand

Feel like I'm from get shit done university

They some certified bitch boys to the first degree

Rock the beat to sleep like I came from a fuckin' nursery

Yeah, everything out your mouth, it's cap, no bap, like it's some perjury (Yeehaw)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

West Coast, had to tell 'em, West Coast, aye

We them goats, aye, huh, West Coast, aye

It'd be better if you didn't fuckin' know, aye

You ain't fuckin' with the damn trill flow, aye

If you gotta tell them you the goat, then it's a no, aye

In this life I'm doing just what I'm supposed to, aye

Put him on a shirt, put him on a poster, aye

Put him on, yeah

Trill mob 2025

AM life

Trillfather

(That's what I'm talking about, that's why he's the MVP)

(That's why he's the goat, the goat)