Right Back (feat. cmoney)

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Jay Foreign

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Right back right back
That bitch throw it back
For some cash
Uh hop in the skat do the dash
To fast you can get left in the past
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run
And I bet he gonna die
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run and
I bet he gonna die
Right back right back
That bitch throw it back
For some cash
Uh hop in the skat do the dash
To fast you can get left in the past
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run
And I bet he gonna die
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run
And I bet he gonna die
I'm tryna hop out and drill them
Thotty she lied and tricked him like
He thought it was soccer
We kick them like
Bitches be thinking I'm stupid
I'm laughing when shit isn't funny
Like bitch you a dummy
Nigga be bitches in real life
He is not built for the streets
And I bet he gonna fold up
I can't relate boy I stick to the code
Why is you talking
Like nigga you old
Niggas be thirty and stay on my dick
Go get you some money
Or get you a bitch
Buddy got caught up in traffic
With no blick dummy
Like why is you lacking
Hop out the v pistol packing
Big jay on the scene
Get it cracking
Big jay on the scene
Get it cracking like
If you brothers with me
Theirs some rules
Like what lemme tell you
Rule number one
Dont switch on your bros
Rule number two
Better stick to your word
And rule number three
You can't drop lo
The streets getting cold
Better get you a pole
Judge gave his ass two years
Toughest niggas prolly fold up
Talking to twelve you get rolled up
Hold on
Your bitch tell me hello
Back that ass up
She gonna shake it like gelo
Shorty a thot no bueno
Cut that bitch off now
I'm making dinero like
I'm making dinero
Cut that bitch off now
I'm making dinero like
I'm making dinero
Right back right back
That bitch throw it back
For some cash
Uh hop in the skat do the dash
To fast you can get left in the past
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run
And I bet he gonna die
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run and
I bet he gonna die
Right back right back
That bitch throw it back
For some cash
Uh hop in the skat do the dash
To fast you can get left in the past
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run
And I bet he gonna die
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run
And I bet he gonna die
Say cmoney what u been on
I been working on all kind of shit
And I been chasing bread
Don't give no f*ck
About any of you bitches
Pull the car right now
And see these bands
And no I'm fucking lit
I be wit my man's and nigga
know that we is too legit
I said ahh lemme f*ck you
To this mother fucking theme song
Might just take a flick
With all my mother fucking links on
Riding in a scat hope I don't crash
I double back
Niggas flexing on they check
When I can flip that shit a stack
I can't wait to fucking them up
With my little rap
I know my words ah f*ck you up
Because all that shit you do is cap
It's in my head while laying
Having thoughts about my lady
And I don't really give a f*ck
Because my problem drive me crazy
I said woah lemme f*ck you
To this mother fucking theme song
Might just take a flick
With all my mother fucking links on
Riding in a scat hope I don't crash
I double back
Niggas flexing on they check
When I can flip that shit a stack
Right back right back
That bitch throw it back
For some cash
Uh hop in the skat do the dash
To fast you can get left in the past
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run
And I bet he gonna die
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run and
I bet he gonna die
Right back right back
That bitch throw it back
For some cash
Uh hop in the skat do the dash
To fast you can get left in the past
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run
And I bet he gonna die
Bullets gonna hit watch him fly
He try to run
And I bet he gonna die

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