Get Right

Yung Lan on the track
Get right

Had to zip me a lil nigga, show him I'm official
They said I'm pussy, now they tryna play me like a killer
Talk like I'm retarded, I went put them diamonds in my den
Money is my army, drop a bag when I get the feelin'
Shawty got me in my feelings, I can't get no ass (ass)
Tryna' blaze, got a man, I ain't text her back (back)

But she just mad 'cause she sad with no fuckin' cash
(bitch)
I got no cash and she mad 'cause she fuckin' sad
(let's go)

Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it a show
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah we and x-ing though
I walk the pounds out the store

Brick talkin' on the job, short with some old niggas
Fo' nigga, four fifty bands with a cold
Convicted felon posted in the Nawf with a dirty clip
Do that time, he ain't got no mind, quick to show a nigga
They said I mastermind the game, they tryna burn me out
Bullshit to that lil nigga that they talk about
Benz [?] Benz truck, I'm whippin' out
I could see they never thought
we make bitches change their thoughts
With my lil muslim, man we pullin' up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, Youngboy walk on any hoe
Man you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I'm not from Iran, that bitch goes bang, I'ma let it blow
Make her touch her legs, one pull up on me, other, head
My bitch right here, can't speak on that
I know I do that bad

But she just mad 'cause she sad with no fuckin' cash
(cash)
I got no cash and she mad 'cause she fuckin' sad
(fuckin' sad)

Slim chick, big ol' titties like she Tokyo (Jets)
When we flyin' out of state, they'll make it a show (bet)
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah we and x-ing though
I walk the pounds out the store

With my lil muslim, man we pullin' up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, Youngboy walk on any hoe
Man you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I'm not from Iran, that bitch goes bang, I'ma let it blow