Ight lets get this shit
Going sideways crooked with the shift
Goin my way blinding with the wrist
Cooking with the wrist
Lookin for a lift
They all try me lookin for the f*cking fist
Lemme tell you this
I'm not one to f*ck with
I'm not one to run with
I'm not one to cuff sis
I been on my f*ck shit
Messing with the substance
Busy with the subscripts
I'm busy in the mud shit
I blow so much dope you smell the runtz just from my breath like
Nothing ever happened, I just smoke until my chest right
He pop out to party but he need to bring the vest right
Forgot he was pressed like
He need to get checked right
Need an orange Fanta in the phantom till I can't walk
Drank gon slow me down like I won't answer cause I can't talk
Maybe I should cut back but the come back bouta take off
Lambo bouta take off
Blast you then I skate off
All the Prada on me took some benjis what the bape cost?
Took my f*ckin cape off
Cause heros needa break dawg
All the Prada on me took some benjis what the bape cost?
Took my f*ckin cape off
Cause heros needs break dawg
Something ain't right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Something is not right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Gas
Push it to the pedal do the dash
Brodie got the blick out fully metaled for the spazz
Sticks
Got the mask for the shits
Past in the prints
With the cash for the sprints
Get the last of the bitch until I trash her than dip
Told her I just wanna roll up and then pass it to this
Finna ass out
She gon throw her back out
Niggas steady bitching till' I teach em' then it's class out
Shaking up the cash cow
Life is such a task huh
Picking up the zip tucked
Shit be moving fast now
You could get your bitch f*cked
F*ck it that's the past now
She could suck a dick cause I ain't f*cking with these cast outs
Something ain't right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Something is not right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Friz & Sai - Left Right Lyrics
Friz & Sai - Left Right Lyrics
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Ight lets get this shit
Going sideways crooked with the shift
Goin my way blinding with the wrist
Cooking with the wrist
Lookin for a lift
They all try me lookin for the f*cking fist
Lemme tell you this
I'm not one to f*ck with
I'm not one to run with
I'm not one to cuff sis
I been on my f*ck shit
Messing with the substance
Busy with the subscripts
I'm busy in the mud shit
I blow so much dope you smell the runtz just from my breath like
Nothing ever happened, I just smoke until my chest right
He pop out to party but he need to bring the vest right
Forgot he was pressed like
He need to get checked right
Need an orange Fanta in the phantom till I can't walk
Drank gon slow me down like I won't answer cause I can't talk
Maybe I should cut back but the come back bouta take off
Lambo bouta take off
Blast you then I skate off
All the Prada on me took some benjis what the bape cost?
Took my f*ckin cape off
Cause heros needa break dawg
All the Prada on me took some benjis what the bape cost?
Took my f*ckin cape off
Cause heros needs break dawg
Something ain't right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Something is not right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Gas
Push it to the pedal do the dash
Brodie got the blick out fully metaled for the spazz
Sticks
Got the mask for the shits
Past in the prints
With the cash for the sprints
Get the last of the bitch until I trash her than dip
Told her I just wanna roll up and then pass it to this
Finna ass out
She gon throw her back out
Niggas steady bitching till' I teach em' then it's class out
Shaking up the cash cow
Life is such a task huh
Picking up the zip tucked
Shit be moving fast now
You could get your bitch f*cked
F*ck it that's the past now
She could suck a dick cause I ain't f*cking with these cast outs
Something ain't right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Something is not right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Going sideways crooked with the shift
Goin my way blinding with the wrist
Cooking with the wrist
Lookin for a lift
They all try me lookin for the f*cking fist
Lemme tell you this
I'm not one to f*ck with
I'm not one to run with
I'm not one to cuff sis
I been on my f*ck shit
Messing with the substance
Busy with the subscripts
I'm busy in the mud shit
I blow so much dope you smell the runtz just from my breath like
Nothing ever happened, I just smoke until my chest right
He pop out to party but he need to bring the vest right
Forgot he was pressed like
He need to get checked right
Need an orange Fanta in the phantom till I can't walk
Drank gon slow me down like I won't answer cause I can't talk
Maybe I should cut back but the come back bouta take off
Lambo bouta take off
Blast you then I skate off
All the Prada on me took some benjis what the bape cost?
Took my f*ckin cape off
Cause heros needa break dawg
All the Prada on me took some benjis what the bape cost?
Took my f*ckin cape off
Cause heros needs break dawg
Something ain't right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Something is not right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Gas
Push it to the pedal do the dash
Brodie got the blick out fully metaled for the spazz
Sticks
Got the mask for the shits
Past in the prints
With the cash for the sprints
Get the last of the bitch until I trash her than dip
Told her I just wanna roll up and then pass it to this
Finna ass out
She gon throw her back out
Niggas steady bitching till' I teach em' then it's class out
Shaking up the cash cow
Life is such a task huh
Picking up the zip tucked
Shit be moving fast now
You could get your bitch f*cked
F*ck it that's the past now
She could suck a dick cause I ain't f*cking with these cast outs
Something ain't right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Something is not right
You get left right
You get left
You get left right
I might pour a 4
Sip to death right
Pushing with ya chest right
You get left right
Writer: Chad Frisbie, Isaiah Aud
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid