​get right / 2 fed

Part 1: get right

[Intro]
What do you desire? 4400 Taliban
Yeah, now you rockin' Rada

[Verse]
Stupid ho, come get right
I put you on a lil' flight
Straight to me, out to NY
Come see what we be doin'
I'm just tryna fuck, right now
He got a [?] and my shit hold thirty and up
Like Cardi, it's stuck
She wanna stuff on the blunt
I'm tryna fuck me a slut, you done ran out of luck
Yeah, my last ho was a dub
Yeah, that lil' ho was a L
Gettin' packs through the mail
I'm buyin' Glocks through Zelle
She wanna fuck, I'm right here
He got money, oh well, he ain't got no clientele
Oh shit, that's [?]
But we in that GLE63 V8 wit' turbo
That ho could really drive itself
I ain't gon' fail, I just paid all my peers
Who I started wit' ain't here
They ain't fuck with the vision
Bentley coupe, windows is tinted
I love this ho but keep my distance
Like, she a lil' vicious
You ain't my bitch, you my other bitch, ho
So why is you bitchin'?
And bro up that stick then he don't even miss shit
I could stay wit' ya' but I don't even miss you

Part 2: 2 fed

[Intro]
Chapo

[Chorus]
Pull off in that fuckin' ashin
I fell in love wit' a bad bitch
Dy money everlastin', in this ho, we not lastin'
Bitch, come get yo' back bent
We got sticks, I'm in the trap wit' 'em
Frrrr, like bitch, I'm in the cat trippin'
Might, fuck around crash that bitch
I might fuck around and grab the stick
You lookin' so easy, you look like a lick
Juggin' yo' shit then I'm runnin' off
Real deal Glock, not no airsoft
She wanna fuck but I'm noddin' off
She gettin' mad I don't answer calls
I got cartier frames, I ain't seein' y'all
Bitch, I get that pack and I drop it off
That lil' ho, what you bein' petty for?
She miss it now she tryna fuck now
You hear the beat, Xan goin' crazy
This bitch wanna have my baby
Finna be twenty up in a Mercedes
And my bitch, she rockin' her latest

[Verse]
My bitch ain't no fake bitch, she a real lady
I don't want no stripper bitch, she drive me crazy
When I get to trippin' bitch, you finna hate me
You sellin' that pussy you pay me, yeah
Yeah, we not playin', my brother keep drum like a band
I'm slidin' this ho with that fan
If twelve comin' jump that fence
Yo' bitch finna drop that neck
All my brothers throw they set, all my brothers totin' flag
And they be totin' them Glocks
You would think that we play freeze tag
'Cause soon as we catch yo' ass
Yo' stupid ass right there dead
In the stu all day goin' fed
Know this bad bitch up in my bed
And another bad bitch in the lobby
I made her stay in the lobby

[Chorus]
Pull off in that fuckin' ashin
I fell in love wit' a bad bitch
Dy money everlastin', in this ho, we not lastin'
Bitch, come get yo' back bent
We got sticks, I'm in the trap wit' 'em
Frrrr, like bitch, I'm in the cat trippin'
Might, fuck around crash that bitch
I might fuck around and grab the stick
You lookin' so easy, you look like a lick
Juggin' yo' shit then I'm runnin' off
Real deal Glock, not no airsoft
She wanna fuck but I'm noddin' off
She gettin' mad I don't answer calls
I got cartier frames, I ain't seein' y'all
Bitch, I get that pack and I drop it off
That lil' ho, what you bein' petty for?
She miss it now she tryna fuck now
You hear the beat, Xan goin' crazy
This bitch wanna have my baby
Finna be twenty up in a Mercedes
And my bitch, she rockin' her latest