Rightorwrong

[Chorus: ATL Smook]
I'm riding for my partner, you know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two-door coupe, paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts, they Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' nigga, you can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when the plug hit my phone
Niggas writing statements over here, they ain't what we on
I'm smoking on za, you know my blunt so strong
Nigga say he real right, but I know that he dead wrong

[Verse 1: ATL Smook]
Yeah, keep me a cup times two
First gun was a deuce deuce
With the gang, alley-oop with the swoop
Go Need For Speed in the coupe
I was down bad with no loot
Young nigga had to hop off the stoop, yeah
Too many plugs in my phone
It's been three days, I still ain't been home
I beat that pack 'til it's gone
Swerve two-door like a coupe
Pimp shit, rocking mink coat
Your bitches gon' flock where go

[Chorus: ATL Smook]
I'm riding for my partner, you know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two-door coupe, paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts, they Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' nigga, you can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when the plug hit my phone
Niggas writing statements over here, they ain't what we on
I'm smoking on za, you know my blunt so strong
Nigga say he real right, but I know that he dead wrong

[Verse 2: 10kDunkin]
Ayy, ayy
I'm counting these dead hundreds [?]
Me and fuck niggas don't get along
Pull up in all-blacks, you know what I'm on
I step on the gas, you gon' watch me get gone
Can't go back and forth, nigga, this ain't ping pong
I used to be broke 'til this money got long
I'ma ride for the gang, I don't care if they wrong
Posted with that chopper, it get real
Might pop at your partner, I don't care how you feel
I'm popping these Percs, I don't care how you feel
Stop blowing my phone, I told her just chill
I'm fucking your bitch [?]
No deal if it ain't real
I ain't signing for fifty 'cause I need a mil'

[Chorus: ATL Smook]
I'm riding for my partner, you know that's right or wrong
Pull up in a two-door coupe, paint job two-tone
Rick Owens jeans and you know my hearts, they Chrome
You ain't with the gang, lil' nigga, you can't get a song
Know it's money to be made when the plug hit my phone
Niggas writing statements over here, they ain't what we on
I'm smoking on za, you know my blunt so strong
Nigga say he real right, but I know that he dead wrong