Dat Rite

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey man what the fuck Its been like three weeks Ain't talked to you ain't called me nobody ain't answered Got shows got fucking features you know what I'm saying You playing out fucking buildings just fuckin' call me You fucking make me nervous Just fuckin' call me back [Hook: Choirboy] Been rejected, been neglected know what that like Imma get my fucking bag right, Dat Rite Been convicted, been avicted know what that like Imma get my fucking bag right, Dat Rite [Verse 1: Ouija] I creep up out the dark and glo the fuck up like a mac light Put these motherfuckas in a cast if they don't act right Cheese my cracker throw the lunch up in my bag right Iced out fangs hangin' down like stalactites I get the money then I blow it like a bagpipe and get it back right Dat rite? Woke up next to shorty that was touching on me last night Ooh she keep her swag right Ooh she keep her ass tight Jookin' off the phone Oh my god I'm thrown Dat Rite! No one hold me back Toof Gang hold me down Dat Rite! Grip the pistol now Why you listen now Dat Rite! [Verse 2: Choirboy] They tried to lock me up Tried to sit me down Tried to take me on my own tried to kick me out Tried hating on the kid keep bumping me up Try and not to let that bullshit get me down My life been fucked up gotta ventilate Its a bitch but you know I'm finna penetrate As long as business straight ain't worried bout how dinners made I got that minute-maid turn lemons into lemonade Eliminate any fucc shit get in the way We the wave put that pussy shit up in your brain Dat Rite bet I got that ac right, bet I get my bag right Dat Rite Dat Rite [Hook] [Verse 3: HXRMAN] Eat up all the ramen noodles and theres mass shootings in the USA I'm the lucky human in an elevator way above it now I'm on a higher plane Can't be bothered by the live debate doesn't even matter what I say My opinion stay irrelevant to lot of shade got to be a better way Why do people wanna let the police get away with murder every fucking day If there is good ones the why ain't the good ones open their mouth and got something to say Sick of the dough and I'm sick of this place Turned it around I turn it away Bad to see you police have a bad day (?) and I'm running in rage Damn, get the fuck out my space (?) Never be phased cause I never not blazed Never ever come outside be replaced Suppose I should probably be showing some grace But I just don't want to be in this place I ain't got nothing to see in this place Ain't a single thing free in this place [Hook]