It’s Only Right

[Intro]
It's only right
It's only right I drop a—
Only right I drop a bag for all the times I ain't— (WassupFabe)
Ayy
I'm 'bout a bag, ain't gotta ask me

[Chorus]
It's only right I drop a bag for all the times I ain't had shit
In this big body with a bad bitch
I guarantee you I ain't nothin' like your last nigga
And on my mama, I ain't lookin' for my last bitch (I ain't looking)

[Verse 1]
Baby tried to use her cat to get back at me
Stupid bitch watch my new bitch, throw some racks at me
Behind tint, she gon' eat dick like a Krabby Patty
I'm not finna tell this bitch my name, she gon' call me daddy
Run that bag up faster than jackrabbit, stupid nigga
I see this nigga think he havin' motion, but we still gon' get him
Same niggas you've been dick sucking better be with you
I ain't seen this nigga in a minute, but I need my issue
Brodie step back, wipe his nose, dog gon' need some tissue
I'll cut that bitch off so quick, it's an early dismissal
I need my chicken, she gon' suck bone down to the gristle
I got forty-five klocks in this whip like I'm Donovan Mitchell

[Chorus]
It's only right I drop a bag for all the times I ain't had shit
In this big body with a bad bitch
I guarantee you I ain't nothin' like your last nigga
And on my mama, I ain't lookin' for my last bitch
It's only right I drop a bag for all the times I ain't had shit
In this big body with a bad bitch
I guarantee you I ain't nothin' like your last nigga
And on my mama, I ain't lookin' for my last bitch

[Verse 2]
Lookin' for my last bitch, on God, that bitch could skate
When it came down to real shit, she couldn't bust a grape
Hit my new bitch from the back, I got her saying
And I'm not gon' take a break, put that shit on every day
All these racks on, way I'm walking, you would've thought I'm off some drank
And the way he make diss songs, get his ass some armor plates
Two-stepping for the bag, watch me Harlem Shake
Finna be a millionaire, I'm just a couple songs away
It's only right I drop a bag for all them niggas out there hated on me
Now hate on this, bitch, I got paper on me
Tried to put these niggas on, I ain't never had to snake my homie
It is what it is, see brodie, we gon' get up on him
We gon' get up on him, I play—
I play it smooth, but keep thirty shells on me like macaroni (Macaroni)
Like macaroni
Huh, free your bitch, free brodie, and, on my mama, R.I.P the homies

[Chorus]
It's only right I drop a bag for all the times I ain't had shit
In this big body with a bad bitch
I guarantee you I ain't nothin' like your last nigga
And on my mama, I ain't lookin' for my last bitch
(It's only right I drop a bag for all them niggas out there hated on me
Now hate on this, bitch, I got paper on me
Tried to put these niggas on, I ain't never had to snake my homie
It is what it is, see brodie, we gon' get up on him)