Get You Right (feat. Whiteloaf, Ronny Knucks & ReekoBabii)

I can get you right off what I got left Don't stress, it's been tested so you ain't gon' drop dead I got the crystallized version and I also got pressed Brought some xans in the Mercedes, I'm about to pop benz If you really need a key then I can get you locked in Every time, Woadie cook a beat, it's in my top ten When it's time to take these trees down we get to choppin I'm rollin' hard, smokin' seaweed, ridin with the chopstick Got my CPL, cause they wanna see me fail I'm not a ghetto boy, but I'm puttin' Peezy's in the mail It's vacuum sealed, keep it easy on the smell And these rats write statements cause it's easier to tell Damn, I heard you folded on your mans Posin' with those props for exposure on the gram And you don't want no beef, bro, you closer to a ham It feels nice in Vegas, but it's gon' be colder when I land With the gang and we smokin' crud ganja Out of town, pourin' fours of wok wok up in a fanta I was young with a run, what you know about Opanas Bitch play it right, I'm comin' through with gifts like I'm santa Call me Mr. Claus, I'm comin' through passin' out white Damn, I miss them days, it used to take an eighthy to get me right White loaf, what the hell happened to your fuckin' sprite Dog came through with that, yeah, so we crushed a half a pint Go ahead, flip it over, I wanna see it turn pink Make it back with everything and I'ma send you with a treat Yeah, with gang, them boys move like the mob, seriously We would hate to have to send your ass up shit's creek Yeah, she bad, but she fucked the whole gang and the next I don't want these hoes, they only want me cause they see the check Get a bag, make it stretch, then I'm on to the next The hoe keep playin' with me, I told her ass get right before she get left Yeah, I can't roll up that weed unless it's sticky uh The bitch, you runnin' after, tryna cuff is icky vicky uh Can't lock me down for no time, bitch, I'm tryna get this quicky in Nigga, play it cool cause Bread Boys in the party, snuck the blicky in My dawgs one of one, nigga, we locked in, bitch through thick and thin Nigga, play me wrong, then I'ma gon transform like I'm Ben 10 Got used to takin L's, now a nigga on top, I'm tryna win win I ain't Snoop Dogg, but I'm out in Vegas, off the juice and gin You need some new drip, then tap the f*ck in I got some booster friends I got the trap slappin, nigga, we locked in I got two for 10 Everyday a nigga tryna level up I need a newer lens There's some shit I did that I can't take back, I'm workin' through my sins I ain't gon' lie, put your motherfuckin' people on Me and Loaf was tapped in before we did a song Me and Woe geeked up, we smokin' out the bong My Nigga Reeky in this bitch rolling king kongs Bitch, I'm rollin' King Kongs while I'm rollin' off this molly I be so geeked up, every night I'm gettin' rowdy I can never find love unless we talkin' bout them oxy's You can find me posted down on Fenkell poppin seals with Gotti What? What the f*ck you think this is Sippin' on the Stilpane, I ain't sippin' Tris Baby, let me take you to sax, I'ma get you what you wish Walk inside the Nino, baby, I'ma get us rich Walk inside the party, they ain't know I had the pole on me Look at all these diamonds baby, you think I got my soul on me Look at all my pockets lookin' chunky, I got that roll on me How you think we cool when I know that you would fold on me Go, go, go, go, go, go and send some shots Hit the lights, I'm creepin' on your block, we gon' make it hot Slidin' in a striker man, you know we never gettin' caught Now he six feet underground in the box, wishing that we fought I got money in my pocket and my truck runnin' good today Lately, I'm a paperboy, but I'ma smoke a wood today Used to help the paperboy, I know where all your people stay Shit ain't workin' for you, cause you try to go the easy way Rentals on the freeway, the plug give me leeway Good chunk of cocaine, it cut like a cheesecake Bitch, I get to drinkin' till your boy can't even see straight Straight drop, brody, tuck that juice box in the briefcase Spendin money out of town dawg I'm lookin' for a T-shirt I know the door lock, cause I heard that lil' beeper Brody off a Xan, finna go into a sleeper Baby, I can show you what to do, like a teacher Fuckin' with the gang, you gon' have to pay the fee first Look where we at, it's time to charge for a feature When you cop more than one, the price a little cheaper And I just cooked it up, dawg, I'm glad that the beat work Ho, Walter White on that motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin Just cooked it up, Home Chefs in Vegas 222, Psychoactive Bread Boy