Rod Wave, Yo Gotti - Sack Right lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave, Yo Gotti - Sack Right lyrics]
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Uh, okay, last night
I'm still recovering up from last night
Last night I was fighting demons with
My past life
That’s right, I was pouring drank
Was sippin' Act', right
Addicted to the fast life okay, yesterday
Really can’t remember much from yesterday
But every day I wake up I
Turn into a cheddar chase
A heavyweight, I'm a heavyweight
You's a featherweight
Need to get your cheddar straight, yeah
What the fuck?
This bitch old as hell and I'm young as fuck
She drunk as fuck
In my face talking about her tummy tuck
She such a slut
Down to suck and fuck 'cause my money up
Know I got my money up
Do my own thing in my own lane, okay
Let's go gang gang on the same thing, yeah
It don't make no sense if it
Don't make no paper this year
And all I got to say to a hater this year
Okay, go get your sack right
Get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah (yeah, Gotti)
Either we talking thugging or
We talking money (Fft)
New mansion marble floor cost
Me a couple hundred (Cash, nigga)
My watch like four hundred with
No stones in it
Partner in the fed, in his cell
He got a phone in it (Skrrt)
Lil’ bro just crashed the
’Vette, but fuck it, he still living
Another day to wake up, get another million
I came to ball, this not a scrimmage
Shoot the clip until it's empty
Rolls truck matchin’ Urus
Six-point-five in this jewelry
And if it's war, you know we spinning
Do your sentence, not no snitching
Hope that Drac' don't start glitching
Seven figures out that kitchen
Chanel bags for my bitches that ’Rari 2020
I'm just riding with my glizzy
Do my own thing in my own lane
(yeah, I'm doin' my own thing) , okay
Let's go gang gang on the same thing
(You know I'm big gang) , yeah
It don't make no sense if it
Don't make no paper this year
And all I got to say to a hater this year
Okay, go get your sack right
Get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah
Uh, okay, last night
I'm still recovering up from last night
Last night I was fighting demons
With my past life
That's right, I was pouring
Drank, was sippin' Act', right
Addicted to the fast life
Uh, okay, last night
I'm still recovering up from last night
Last night I was fighting demons with
My past life
That’s right, I was pouring drank
Was sippin' Act', right
Addicted to the fast life okay, yesterday
Really can’t remember much from yesterday
But every day I wake up I
Turn into a cheddar chase
A heavyweight, I'm a heavyweight
You's a featherweight
Need to get your cheddar straight, yeah
What the fuck?
This bitch old as hell and I'm young as fuck
She drunk as fuck
In my face talking about her tummy tuck
She such a slut
Down to suck and fuck 'cause my money up
Know I got my money up
Do my own thing in my own lane, okay
Let's go gang gang on the same thing, yeah
It don't make no sense if it
Don't make no paper this year
And all I got to say to a hater this year
Okay, go get your sack right
Get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah (yeah, Gotti)
Either we talking thugging or
We talking money (Fft)
New mansion marble floor cost
Me a couple hundred (Cash, nigga)
My watch like four hundred with
No stones in it
Partner in the fed, in his cell
He got a phone in it (Skrrt)
Lil’ bro just crashed the
’Vette, but fuck it, he still living
Another day to wake up, get another million
I came to ball, this not a scrimmage
Shoot the clip until it's empty
Rolls truck matchin’ Urus
Six-point-five in this jewelry
And if it's war, you know we spinning
Do your sentence, not no snitching
Hope that Drac' don't start glitching
Seven figures out that kitchen
Chanel bags for my bitches that ’Rari 2020
I'm just riding with my glizzy
Do my own thing in my own lane
(yeah, I'm doin' my own thing) , okay
Let's go gang gang on the same thing
(You know I'm big gang) , yeah
It don't make no sense if it
Don't make no paper this year
And all I got to say to a hater this year
Okay, go get your sack right
Get your sack right, yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah
Get your sack right, go get your sack right
Yeah
Uh, okay, last night
I'm still recovering up from last night
Last night I was fighting demons
With my past life
That's right, I was pouring
Drank, was sippin' Act', right
Addicted to the fast life