Jon Connor, Freddie Gibbs - F'N Right lyrics

(Fucking right, fucking right)
If your bitch wanna fuck with me
(She fucking right, fucking right)
She keep pulling all on my jeans
(She fucking right, fucking right)
Every time I step out I ball
(Fucking right, fucking right)
Cause, I ain't got time to worry about y'all
(You fucking right)
There's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
(You fucking right) they all bad bitches
(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)
Theres ten bad bitches knocking at the door
(You fucking right) they all bad bitches
(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)

I do it for my city, that's never gonna stop
Fly city nigga, from my head to my socks
She want a ménage and you thinking I'm not
One give me head while the other one watch
Take her to the crib
It's just one of them nights
Ain't loving your bitch but
I'm loving my life
You ain't gotta worry who the
Illest on the mic million dollar flow
I got a million dollar life
Loving how I'm living but it came at a price
Million dollar nigga got a
Million dollar wife
Try to push me to the edge
But I never fell off
Had to get it with my niggas
Now we living well off
Niggas wanted me to fail
I don't know what to tell y'all
Haters on my dick, when, what the hell
Will they get off?
Came back, I had to get it
Every time we took a loss
Ended up making me to a motherfuckin boss
Stay the fuck out of my business
Can I get a witness?
You're talking to a nigga in the trenches
My hustle relentless
Ball on you niggas while y'all watch
The game from the benches
Now I'm in the spot, on these hoes
Getting on the ones I like
She know when to fuck all night, man
She looking at me like nigga
You Fucking Right

Fucking right, fucking right
If your bitch wanna fuck with me
She fucking right, fucking right
She keep pulling all on my jeans
She fucking right, fucking right
Every time I step out I ball
Fucking right, fucking right
Cause, I ain't got time to worry about y'all
You fucking right
Theres ten bad bitches knocking at the door
You fucking right they all bad bitches
You motherfucking right, you fucking right
Theres ten bad bitches knocking at the door
You fucking right they all bad bitches
You motherfucking right, you fucking right

It's ten geekers knocking at my trap door
Young Gibbs up in there whipping, working
Serving blow
And these FEDs up in my face like gangsta
What you know? Cause every time I leave the
Booth I'm a suspect, flow'll murder them
Finna cop a leg, and a wing, goddamn it
Real muhfuckas in the game, understand it
I was ready for the chips with
The plug and the bricks
Didn't understand a link but
My bitch spoke Spanish
I'm a motherfucking Midwest
Rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider
Only thing I serve is that
Fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar
Fucking right, fucking right
Nigga wanna talk this
Shit then hear my fucking life, fucking life
Nigga, I was in the dope spot
Servin licks all fuckin' night
Fuckin' night
Young pimp nigga with a limp, puttin
Dick to your fucking wife, fucking wife
And she gonna hit my phone cause she said you

Fucking right, fucking right
If your bitch wanna fuck with me
She fucking right, fucking right
She keep pulling all on my jeans
She fucking right, fucking right
Every time I step out I ball
Fucking right, fucking right
Cause, I ain't got time to worry about y'all
You fucking right
Theres ten bad bitches knocking at the door
You fucking right they all bad bitches
You motherfucking right, you fucking right
Theres ten bad bitches knocking at the door
You fucking right they all bad bitches
You motherfucking right, you fucking right

When they let me in the spot
Bitches rock and send me
Got me feeling like I'm not
The nigga that was already now I feel
Like I've landed on another planet
Running in circles
My circle got me on a million dollar yacht
Funny how shit change
Niggas looking at me like this shit just came
Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit
I can't hear you
Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when
I didn't have a clear view
Fuck what you say, nigga
Leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say
Sightseeing ass nigga
Get the fuck out the way
Say I'm lost, same dreams, gonna wake up
A million dollars stuffed in a safe
Feel good, shit like a massage to a nigga
Couldn't believe it
It felt like a mirage to a nigga
I've evolved with you niggas to my eyes
Real recognize real and you look
Like camouflage to a nigga out the Midwest
Did you niggas leave in that Michigan? Yes
Indiana, Gary and it's scary
We probably should be up in a cemetery
But we focus on this money and
We try to be the best
I told y'all this shit is just paper
So we blow it every night, fuck Ks
Hold it down for the city that made us
And represent for the hood that raised us