F'N Right (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

If your bitch wanna fuck with me she
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 She keep pulling all on my jeans she
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 Every time I step out I ball
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all
 (You fucking right)
 It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
 (You fucking right)
 They all bad bitches
 (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)
 It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
 (You fucking right)
 They all bad bitches
 (You motherfucking right)
 I do it for my city, that's never gonna stop
 Fly city nigga, from my head to my socks
 She with a ménage and you thinking I'm not
 One givin' me head while the other one watch
 Take her to the crib, it's just one of them nights
 Ain't loving your bitch but I'm loving my life
 You ain't gotta worry who the illest on the mic
 Million dollar flow, I got a million dollar life
 Loving how I'm living but it came at a price
 Million dollar nigga got a million dollar wife
 Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off
 Had to get it with my niggas, now we living well off
 Niggas wanted me to fail, I don't know what to tell y'all
 Haters on my dick, when will they get the hell off?
 Came back, I had to get it any time I took a loss
 And it ended up making me into a motherfucking boss
 Stay the fuck up out my business, can I get a witness?
 You're talking to a nigga in the trenches
 My hustle relentless, ball on you niggas while y'all watch the game from the benches
 Now I'm in the spot, own these ho's
 Getting all the ones I like
 She know I wanna fuck all night, man, she looking at me like nigga you
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 If your bitch wanna fuck with me she
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 She keep pulling all on my jeans she
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 Every time I step out I ball
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all
 (You fucking right)
 It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
 (You fucking right)
 They all bad bitches
 (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)
 It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
 (You fucking right)
 They all bad bitches
 (You motherfucking right)
 It's ten geekers knocking at my trap door
 Young Gibbs up in that whip, and working, serving flow
 And these FEDs up in my face like gangsta, what you know?
 Cause every time I leave the booth I'm a suspect for a murder though
 Finna cop a leg, and a wing, goddamn it
 Real muthafuckas in the game, understand it
 I was ready for the chips with the plug and the bricks
 Didn't understand a lick but my bitch spoke Spanish
 I'm a motherfucking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider
 Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar
 Fucking right, fucking right, nigga wanna talk this shit then live my fucking life, fucking life
 Nigga, I was in the dope spot, servin licks all fuckin' night, fuckin' night
 Young pimp nigga with a limp, puttin dick to your fucking wife, fucking wife
 And she gonna hit my phone cause she said you
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 If your bitch wanna fuck with me she
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 She keep pulling all on my jeans she
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 Every time I step out I ball
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all
 (You fucking right)
 It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
 (You fucking right)
 They all bad bitches
 (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)
 It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
 (You fucking right)
 They all bad bitches
 (You motherfucking right)
 When they let me in the spot, bitches flocking to me
 Got me feeling like I'm not
 The nigga that was on [?] now I feel like I've landed on another planet
 Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht
 Funny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came
 Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can't hear you
 Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view
 Fuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say
 Sightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way
 Sam Rothstein dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe
 Feel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn't believe it
 It felt like a mirage to a nigga, I've evolved would you look into my eyes
 Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga (Hey!)
 Out the Midwest, is you niggas listening in Michigan? Yes
 Indiana, Gary and it's scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery
 But we focused on this money and just trying to be the best
 I told y'all this shit is just paper so we blow it every night, fuck haters
 Hold it down for the city that made us
 And represent for the hood that raised us
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 If your bitch wanna fuck with me she
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 She keep pulling all on my jeans she
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 Every time I step out I ball
 (Fucking right, fucking right)
 Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all
 (You fucking right)
 It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
 (You fucking right)
 They all bad bitches
 (You motherfucking right, you fucking right)
 It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
 (You fucking right)
 They all bad bitches
 (You motherfucking right)