10kDunkin, ATL Smook - Rightorwrong lyrics
[10kDunkin, ATL Smook - Rightorwrong lyrics]
I'm riding for my partner
You know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two door coupe
paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts
They Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' nigga
You can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when
The plug hit my phone
Niggas writing statements over here
They ain't what we on i'm smoking on za
You know my blunt so strong
Nigga say he real right
But I know that he dead wrong
Yeah, keep me a cup times two
First gun was a deuce deuce
With the gang, alley oop with the swoop
Go Need For Speed in the coupe
I was down bad with no loot
Young nigga had to hop off the stoop, yeah
Too many plugs in my phone
It's been three days, I still ain't been home
I beat that pack 'til it's gone
Swerve two door like a coupe
Pimp shit, rocking mink coat
Your bitches gon' flock where go
I'm riding for my partner
You know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two door coupe
Paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts
They Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' nigga
You can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when
The plug hit my phone
Niggas writing statements over here
They ain't what we on i'm smoking on za
You know my blunt so strong
Nigga say he real right
But I know that he dead wrong
Ayy, ayy i'm counting these dead hundreds
Me and fuck niggas don't get along
Pull up in all-blacks, you know what I'm on
I step on the gas, you gon' watch me get gone
Can't go back and forth, nigga
This ain't ping pong
I used to be broke 'til this money got long
I'ma ride for the gang
I don't care if they wrong
Posted with that chopper, it get real
Might pop at your partner
I don't care how you feel
I'm popping these Percs
I don't care how you feel
Stop blowing my phone, I told her just chill
I'm fucking your bitch
No deal if it ain't real
I ain't signing for fifty 'cause
I need a mil'
I'm riding for my partner
You know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two door coupe
Paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts
They Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' nigga
You can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when
The plug hit my phone
Niggas writing statements over here
They ain't what we on i'm smoking on za
You know my blunt so strong
Nigga say he real right
But I know that he dead wrong
You know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two door coupe
paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts
They Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' nigga
You can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when
The plug hit my phone
Niggas writing statements over here
They ain't what we on i'm smoking on za
You know my blunt so strong
Nigga say he real right
But I know that he dead wrong
Yeah, keep me a cup times two
First gun was a deuce deuce
With the gang, alley oop with the swoop
Go Need For Speed in the coupe
I was down bad with no loot
Young nigga had to hop off the stoop, yeah
Too many plugs in my phone
It's been three days, I still ain't been home
I beat that pack 'til it's gone
Swerve two door like a coupe
Pimp shit, rocking mink coat
Your bitches gon' flock where go
I'm riding for my partner
You know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two door coupe
Paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts
They Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' nigga
You can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when
The plug hit my phone
Niggas writing statements over here
They ain't what we on i'm smoking on za
You know my blunt so strong
Nigga say he real right
But I know that he dead wrong
Ayy, ayy i'm counting these dead hundreds
Me and fuck niggas don't get along
Pull up in all-blacks, you know what I'm on
I step on the gas, you gon' watch me get gone
Can't go back and forth, nigga
This ain't ping pong
I used to be broke 'til this money got long
I'ma ride for the gang
I don't care if they wrong
Posted with that chopper, it get real
Might pop at your partner
I don't care how you feel
I'm popping these Percs
I don't care how you feel
Stop blowing my phone, I told her just chill
I'm fucking your bitch
No deal if it ain't real
I ain't signing for fifty 'cause
I need a mil'
I'm riding for my partner
You know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two door coupe
Paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts
They Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' nigga
You can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when
The plug hit my phone
Niggas writing statements over here
They ain't what we on i'm smoking on za
You know my blunt so strong
Nigga say he real right
But I know that he dead wrong