J.R. Writer - Right lyrics
[J.R. Writer - Right lyrics]
Kid that do it wanna talk money? You ain’t
Never been that fluent say you got the belt
Soundin’ like everybody else
You don’t need the help
That’s why you ain’t never by yourself
Enough for the skillsets
I put the blame on these fuckin’ producers
Your hustle is useless, I heard your tape
It ain’t nothing exclusive let me explain
You took the L and the L is for lame
Just stepped in a lane
Claim you’re the best in the game
Right right right
You just rode the head last night
You must work for the shave room
‘cause you ain’t never been that bright
You don’t know what the hood want
Probably ‘cause I live that life
Get him like you don’t look drunk
How the hell you get that nice
While ya’ll talkin’ I endorse checks
I heard the stories then your death
Ya should know that if it’s not the Rolie
Then a Cardi on me when I’m Offset
Boy fresh when he all dressed
The way I do it got them all stressed
I make a movie with the
Bitch you choosin’ then
She get the boot like it’s a Gore Tex
Scratchin’ my pockets, I’m itchin’ a plate
Back in the pot and I’m whippin’ away
I handle my business equipped with a pistol
Magazine in it - it got some issues
Gettin’ back to it? Name another
Kid that do it wanna talk money? You ain’t
Never been that fluent say you got the belt
Soundin’ like everybody else
You don’t need the help
That’s why you ain’t never by yourself
Enough for the skillsets
I put the blame on these fuckin’ producers
Your hustle is useless, I heard your tape
It ain’t nothing exclusive let me explain
You took the L and the L is for lame
Just stepped in a lane
Claim you’re the best in the game
Who you dudes rap like?
You’re gonna need a new wave cap
‘cause I don’t think you dudes rap tight
Lame cats know a nigga will
Let your little crew act hype
Came back goin’ for the kill
Saw I got a new flat price
We don’t hear you when you talk
All you yourself
Get a nuke in here and go to war
‘cause your career is goin’ north
Nothin’ scary to a boss
I be here when you get off
With a Panamera on your porch
I’m marinara with the sauce huh
All these foreigns I pull out - roofless
Tomi Lahren bitch you sound stupid
She’s been in my house she
Knows what it’s like
I told her get out and then
I showed her the light
Gettin’ back to it? Name another
Kid that do it wanna talk money? You ain’t
Never been that fluent say you got the belt
Soundin’ like everybody else
You don’t need the help
That’s why you ain’t never by yourself
Enough for the skillsets
I put the blame on these fuckin’ producers
Your hustle is useless, I heard your tape
It ain’t nothing exclusive let me explain
You took the L and the L is for lame
Just stepped in a lane
Claim you’re the best in the game