Right on (Freestyle)

(Yo YBH) Pop out at yo’ party we gone hit ‘em right on Swea’ I love to rock my style, they steal my drip just when I put it on I ran it up, being broke just like disease go get a antidote You mad though, laughing at his face I see him as a joke Reaching for my chain, just gone and do it so we can take it there Love it when I walk up in the mall and then I make ‘em stare Actions they speak louder, make em sit just like it’s music chairs Talking like you tough, we bring a blicky aiming at his hair Goofy acting feminine, don’t care bout how you feel Boy you want a hunnid K, nah I need a hunnid mill Never miss a chance I go and do it, then I seal the deal Don’t care about yo cousin, brother, mother, I’m just being real Blowing with this music feel like baby right on Swea’ they hated ‘till I blew up really shady right on It’s like fire in the booth I’m going crazy right on Swea’ I’m doing this with ease like “hold my beer” and turn the mic on He don’t wanna conversate bout money, check my bank account Haters they be mad ‘cause I got racks and they got no amount Dripping like the ocean head to toe, swea’ I never drought Building up my money two times need a double route Stepping on his block with all my youngins, ain’t no holding peace The Goat and I’m the greatest, YBF but call me Double G Dreams into reality just like I’m signed to QC He say that he the O G, nah I’m the only G Shout out Baby Shout out QC Shout out Coach P, yeah, Making hits just like it’s two of me Making hits just like it’s two of me