That Boy Ain’t Right

[Hook - HANK TRILL]
You say that you rich, boy that's cap, boy you faking
With your yee-yee ass haircut, call you Franklin
Call me Soulja Boy with the way that I crank it
When I go to sleep bitch I wear a Gucci blanket

That boy ain't right pouring Codeine in my Sprite
That boy ain't right pouring Codeine in my Sprite
That boy ain't right pouring Codeine in my Sprite
That boy ain't right pouring Codeine in my Sprite

[Verse 1 - HANK TRILL]
I just caught a flight, to Dubai
Versace on my tie, chopper with a laser sight
Feel like John Wick got a chopper with a clip
Draco long dick yeah Draco Johnny Sins

I'm selling crack rocks, chopper with a fat cock
If you talking smack I'ma let my fucking Gat talk
Bitch I'm selling crystal, always keep a pistol
I got Benjamins, boy you scraping up nickels

I got the drizzle, you built like Ms. Frizzle
If you talking shit then I'ma hit you with the missile
Bitch you broke as fuck, flipping burgers down at Wendy's
Bitch I'm rocking Gucci with that motherfucking Fendy

[Hook - HANK TRILL]
You say that you rich, boy that's cap, boy you faking
With your yee-yee ass haircut, call you Franklin
Call me Soulja Boy with the way that I crank it
When I go to sleep bitch I wear a Gucci blanket

That boy ain't right pouring Codeine in my Sprite
That boy ain't right pouring Codeine in my Sprite
That boy ain't right pouring Codeine in my Sprite
That boy ain't right pouring Codeine in my Sprite