Yea, Right (feat. Ro'Blizzy)

Yuh Bitch I got ice on my Patek Run up on me I'm a savage Yea, yo nigga I clapped him Handle that boy wit a mac 10 See him nd we get to blastin That boy that we smokin we clappin He don't want the smoke he was cappin Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Look at the ice it bling The money don't stop coming in She a hoe she a thot a fling Yea that's your main but she my thing I hang wit the bosses I'm the king He want the smoke get out the 223 Need a couple bands well that shit ain't new to me I hope you know this bitch, I like my money green Walk up in my section, money is all you see I bought my bitch some new diamonds because I love the way they shine I flew that hoe out to an island cuz I was just on that timing Take that bitch to Prada she look, I want, I buy, it's mine I told her you get nada cuz baby I don't share I fine I know that you want some of, me baby you can't get none I heard you talkin gossip, I don't roll wit it you done And my new bitch badder, she don't share she bad she fine And we rollin rollin rollin backwoods like it's finally time Take it to the face do it once more like I'm in my prime I come up to the stu pass it to gang now on the grind Like and he been on his grind And I been on my grind Like and we been on our grind Heard another goofy got hit now he all up in my sky Feeling like lucki its sex money drugs And this bitch fucked my bros n she want me to cuff Got me a shordi this sum real love I'm hoping that this shit don't ever get fucked How he been dissing on bros he got touched And he sayin I'm bitch but I've never been touched And this shit on my hip sally ready to buss I just pourd up sum wok hadda mix it with tuss Inna booth niggas kno i go kuu And he sayin he active like what did you do He claimed he did sum but I'm smokin his doood And luh profit a hoe he should pick up the tool And bf a drop out just go back to school You ain gettin money you ain't makin moves Jr was dissin cant wait til he drool 3.5 in my wood n my 20 a 2 Smokin lamont put himself to blick All my opps ain doin nun its like they don't exist Got caught with a blick niggaz round me had snitched Them nigga was fake now I'm back n I'm lit How he outside I been spinnin' the And I'm crackin' the threes on they block with my grip And I'm crackin' the threes on they block with my grip