Get Left!

[Chorus]
Better get right or get left!
Imma get right to a check
He think he tough on the net
I put them racks on his neck
These niggas foul, Tech!
Choppa gon' blow like a ref
On the top row like jail
Smoking (*cough *cough) top shelf

[Verse 1]
Keep that .40 inside of my belt
With that sauce and I came like a chef
And my choppa related to Steph
AF1 in the racks I step
Imma touch it, don't need no help
Keep a Glock, that's good for my health
And that lean got me slow like a snail
And we just sent racks through the mail
Keep a shell, send that boy to hell
Pass bro the O, he O'dell
And my Granny like, "What's that smell?"
He get shot in his face oh well!
I got old hundreds getting stale
I got smart shooters like its (?)
And I won't fold, never tell
And I might fall out, never fail

And these niggas tryna watch what I do
Tell these niggas "stop watchin my moves"
Tell these hoes I'm way too cool
Tell these hoes I'm way too rude
Keep a stick like eight ball pool
Got that fire when I walk in the room
We gonna spin on his block, typhoon
No steel, with the slimes and the goons
You ain't gang, there ain't enough room
Two cups in my lean like a cool

Niggas fool I don't know what to do
Need a pint, Granny had the flu
Got a K, with a scope, go zoom
Niggas know I'm gonna blow like boom!
And you know Imma win and you lose
And I'm smokin' on gas no shrooms

[Chorus]
Better get right or get left!
Imma get right to a check
He think he tough on the net
I put them racks on his neck
These niggas foul, Tech!
Choppa gon' blow like a ref
On the top row like jail
Smoking (*cough *cough) top shelf