Righting my Wrongs Lyrics

Lately been righting my wrongs

Make it short I ain't staying to long

I been freestyling ain't even writing these songs

We got pounds of the funky it jump like a frog

But this shit put you in that rage like the hulk

Leave his shit onna ground hella dry like sum chalk

Get the mask and we slide, hop out and we walk

Fucking baby I'm leaving her wet like sum slime

But my notes my new baby I can make a rhyme

And 3 fuck it up he a drop onna dime

And I keep transforming Ian even in prime

I'm weighed cuz I feel I'm heavy like Chevy

Tell roddy I think I'm unlocking my presi

I passed bro the friend and he fucked on the bestie

This new Glock 9 it be coming in hefty

Chasing em down canine we get in there

We treats the opps so bad we don't play fair

Don't want you in the way tell em stay there

We on this block all day call it daycare

Know that I'm different she know that I'm litty

I drop a song and I fuck up the city

Cut that beam on leave em pissy

Deep hot fry his body crispy

Uh damn I'm constantly fucking em up

Like why is I'm fucking em up?

I make a difference to my whole crew

I seen sum shit that nobody can do

You put the gas in the fire, a fool

Talking that shit and I higher her pool

And I say I been righting my wrongs

Make it short I ain't staying to long

We got the pounds of the funky it jump like a frog but it put you in rage like the hulk

We leave his blood on the ground watch it dry like sum chalk get the mask hop out and we walk

I get the drop Imma spin it wit madness

I dick her mind Imma fill it wit sadness

Come to my brothers you know I'm the gladdest

I smack her ass from the back it's the fattest

Go onna ride hope ya seatbelt is fastened

Fail then we call a new play like it's madden

Tay a equip a new Glock and be bragging

We hear the knock, knock, knock then we bagging

I'm not a bitch man you know ain't know hoe in me

Pray that we all get racks Nigga hopefully

Don't even gotta touch that he gon toat for me

Play wit the business my snipers gon blow for me

Gang, gang, gang man you know that's the goals

Circle on circle we fucking the hoes

Freak is a freak she a fuck onna rose

We step in places that nobody a goes

They say I got voice for the rapping

I make a move and you know what's gon happen

Bringing up old shit that shit inna past tense

Screaming out "holy" she talk like a pastor

I fuck her good she tell me go faster

Ian gon lie Imma slick lor bastard

But I can Fuck up the net with a master

Lately been righting my wrongs

Make it short I ain't staying to long

I been freestyling ain't even writing these songs

We got pounds of the funky it jump like a frog

But this shit put you in that rage like the hulk

Leave his shit onna ground hella dry like sum chalk

Get the mask and we slide, hop out and we walk