Right One

Lyrics

[Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] You got the right one (The right one) Come from the trenches and I'm gettin' close to a B (B) Private or in public, bitch, don't come for me (At all) Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (Feel me?) Got no patience for you suckers, I stay sucker free You got the right one (The right one) I know some shooters, I hope they don't shoot again, shoot again I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans, hooligans And I'm still laced up by the greats, I changed the pace to win the race Bust down the face, times is great (Uh) [Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] One of a kind, they know I'm the nigga they recognize, a stepper (Big steppin') I pull up to my hood, they treat me like I'm regular Private plane, my Rollie plain, I don't do nothin' extra All the tires on my foreigns bald like Uncle Fester When I was a youngin', I seen all the cars, the good in the streets and all of the flaws Niggas with money, the rise and the falls, sent to the yard or a one-way car I was the chosen one, town shit, I'm the golden son Next to my bed, keep a loaded gun Frontline soldier, the boldest one I say, "It's in me, never on me baby" (Baby) My partner's like, "You goin'?" "Oh, you know me, baby" (Baby) Eight figures at twenty-four like I'm Kobe, baby (Kobe, baby) Ten M's, I built a mansion, bro, we goin' crazy [Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A. & Lil Wayne] You got the right one (The right one) Come from the trenches and I'm gettin' close to a B (B) Private or in public, bitch, don't come for me (At all) Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (Feel me?) Got no patience for you suckers, I stay sucker free You got the right one (You got the right one) I know some shooters, I hope they don't shoot again, shoot again I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans, hooligans And I'm still laced up by the greats, I changed the pace to win the race Bust down the face, times is great (Uh) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] You got the right one, I'm 'bout to light one Who got the soda? I'm 'bout to spike one Bust down the gold one, bust down the white one I got the plain one, I got the bright one Ain't got no main one, ain't 'bout to wife one Ain't gon' rename one, can't reunite one I got a straight one, I got a dyke one Bitch, if you ain't one, you act just like one Nigga, it's Tunechi, I'm bigger than Gucci They say they want beef, and they really want sushi I pull some strings, just like acoustic Bitch, I'm a king, just like the smoothie Somebody stink, sorry, excuse me That's just the weed, I'm smoking dookie These niggas fraud, these niggas flukey Say he a dog, he just Snoopy All my cars dark skin, all my boys mark men All my broads booty poke out, oh my God, shark fin Super like Clark Kent I'm gettin' close to a B, fuckin' right, arms-length [Verse 3: Mozzy] I'm one of them dudes that come from the zoo We shoot up your shit when there's nothin' to do She lovin' the crew, we fuck on your boo I'm with some niggas, we're not finna lose I got some niggas that stuck in the shoe I got some niggas that stuck in the hood We breakin' down signs, stuffin' the 'Wood Playin' with M's, I knew that I would I'm in this big body, I don't play it They got the spot, booin' with the onions You got some money for me, baby, run it Ain't feedin' the family, and you ain't a hunnid Fly out to London, I'm there for a week Not in the suites, we in the streets You ain't gon' slide if one of y'all die You know how I'm movin' 'cause I'm in it deep I dare you to leave, there's dirt on my cleats And I got receipts, nigga I dare you to leave, there's dirt on my cleats And I got receipts, nigga You ain't contributin' nothin' to this table, then you cannot eat with us I'm luggin' this cadence, one in the barrel, and I go to sleep with her [Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A., Lil Wayne, Both] You got the right one (The right one) Come from the trenches and I'm gettin' close to a B (B) Private or in public, bitch, don't come for me (At all) Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (Feel me?) Got no patience for you suckers, I stay sucker free You got the right one (You got the right one) I know some shooters, I hope they don't shoot again (Bop, bop), shoot again I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans (Pop, pop), hooligans And I'm still laced up by the greats, I changed the pace to win the race Bust down the face, times is great