Rightorwrong

Lyrics

[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