Luh Trapout - Get right or left Lyrics

Right or left

Tide

Yea

Get right or left, nigga, come on
Get right or left, get right or left, get right or left , get right or left

Yeah, get right or left

I stand on ten all by myself, you play wit gang, you on the shelf

Put belt to ass, you say that name, the wrong lane his ah, went left

Ole buddy dead can't stay that, name but I had heard , he catchin shells

Dey took my bro shit hurt my, heart you must not know how that shit felt
You must not know, bro, layin dead all in that coffin by hiself

Had to get ,get back for my bro then double back, and got some wealth

It's $4M I'll kill ah opp dead , till ain't nobody left
These niggas wolf me on the net, man, don't make me grab my belt

I squirt the fully so damn much, I watch this bitch just f*cking melt

Da opps be pouring like it's rain, I'd rather die than go to jail
They say ole buddy ass had died, and all i f*ckin' seen was death
Well, in my mind, Im really f*ck him, and he died like, oh, well
Yea I got demons in my mind, look in my eyes and you can tell

I'm sending blitzs to your house, knock Ona door, we giving mail
I know my glock, be styling shit, push back his head like it was gel
He spoke on H, his ass gon' die, I swear to God, send him to hell
I blew that fye, that shit was thumping, shit was ringing like a bell

Man free my brother out that cell, they need to free em out that jail
They keep on claiming he's a snitch, I know my bro would never tell
I know my bro been getting active and we , screaming out f*ck 12

I stand on ten all by myself, he play with gang, he on the shelf

Put belt to ass you say that name, the , wrong lane, his ass went left

Ole buddy dead cant say no names , but I had heard , he catching shells

They took my bro, shit hurt my heart, you must not know how that shit felt
You must not know, bro, layin dead, all in that coffin by itself

I had to get ,get back for my bro, then double-backed got sum wealth
It's $4M I'll kill a opp dead , till , ain't nobody left

These niggas woofing on the net, man, don't make me grab my belt
You know we always on the south, that's why we clutching on that pipe

And I just rap up on a Beat, lil nigga, ion never f*ckin write

They say they smoking up on H, we'll get em gon just by the tonight

These niggas always goin left so me, and bro, who we going right

Get right or get left on the pavement, walk him down like Westly Snipes

They locked, my bro killed the other, Im known , that shit der ain't right
You know I'm fresh up out the struggle, daddy taught me how to hustle
You know I'm a real trap, baby, you know we got it off the muzzle
I told lil, bro, get right or left, he chose the left, so now he gone


I x that nigga, out the circle he First to say he did nothing wrong
Throw a bitch a couple twenty's , slurp the dick up off the bone
I swear to switchy just like, flurr, flurr , flurr , ten to his dome
I stand on ten all by myself, he play with gang, he on the shelf

Put belt to ass ,you say that name, da wrong lane his ah , went left
Yo brother dead, can't say no names, but I heard he catch shit
They took my bro, shit hurt my heart, you must not know how that shit feel
You must not know, bro, laying dead all in that coffin by hiself

I had to get ,get back for my bro, then double-backed and got sum well

It's $4M I'll kill a opp dead till ain't nobody left
These nigga wolf me ' on the net, man, don't make me grab my belt