Damn Right

Lyrics

[Chorus: Jose Guapo] You damn right we poppin soda You damn right we fucking hoes You damn right we rolling up You damn right we got the [?] Damn right You haters [?] [?] run it up Damn right [?] You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right Yeah You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right about us [Verse 1: Jose Guapo] Swagger go dumb, just like E-40 Gucci on the way, slide cost me 340 I got these haters on sSHH, like the library And I ain't tryna fuck, if your legs hairy I'm a Zone 3 player, yeah, you damn right Fuck catching feelings, I'd rather catch a private flight These [?] got jokes, like they made for comity But honestly, all my bitches black and yellow bumble bees S.R.T. [?] that shit P [?] jeans Can't tell me shit, I'm doing my thing Time to run it up, if you know what I mean Lame ass hoes [?] out my face Lame ass hoes [?] out my face Damn right, nigga, we up, we stunting Damn right nigga, we smoking [?] [Chorus: Jose Guapo] You damn right we poppin soda You damn right we fucking hoes You damn right we rolling up You damn right we got the [?] Damn right You haters [?] [?] run it up Damn right [?] You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right Yeah You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right about us [Verse 2: Strap] Damn right, damn right We gon' ball all night I'm a Zone 6 player, tell them niggas get right Louis V on my feet, so you know I'm walking right Look at the ice on my neck, now it sparkle like a light Nigga, I'm head honcho Ball like Rondo Take them hoes to the condo Ain't no need for no convo Fuckk hoes, pop more That's the life that I live Travi, Guapo [?] real [Verse 3: Ali] Damn right, we fucking hoes, damn right, we do this every night Go to sleep, by 5:00, early morning, catch a flight Had to get a new bitch, 'cause my old one wasn't acting right And every night we going out, no telling where we at tonight My condo [?] I know it isn't fair I never comb my hair I'm an eastside player I smack her on the reer Put that pimpin in her ear And yeah, she coming with me 'Cause we balling over here [Chorus: Jose Guapo] You damn right we poppin soda You damn right we fucking hoes You damn right we rolling up You damn right we got the [?] Damn right You haters [?] [?] run it up Damn right [?] You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right Yeah You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right about us [Verse 4: Quez] When we hit the club, we standing on the sofa, damn right When we ball, man, we ball like we posed to, damn right Man, we sipping on this Rosay, damn right If you light a blunt, better pass it this way, damn right And best believe we gon' shine like a lightbulb, igga Best believe we gon' grind like a skateboard, nigga And with me, best believe you gon' pay for a nigga And them goons on my team, like they play for a nigga [Chorus: Jose Guapo] You damn right we poppin soda You damn right we fucking hoes You damn right we rolling up You damn right we got the [?] Damn right You haters [?] [?] run it up Damn right [?] You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right Yeah You damn right You damn right You damn right You damn right about us