LEFT RIGHT

Hoes on me, left and right

Glock 9 put 'em out like a light

Hoes on me, left and right

Glock 9 put 'em out like a light

Hoes on me, left and right

Glock 9 put 'em out like a light

Coupe tinted like a thief in the night

Gang on, he don't put up a fight

F-fuck on your bitch, I might

Colors on me, pretty sight, it's light

"What you say, gang?" They'll fuck up your life

What? I just might make her my wife

Sh-she a nasty, call that bitch Rico

I'm with Boof, and we scopin' through peepholes

Come in threes like the motherfucking Migos

Hear my voice and now she call me "Papito"

("BKTHERULA?") Yeah

"You got a MAC-11, do it come with a cooler?"

("Who is your jeweler?") Shit

"Heard you with BDA, and you the motherfucking trooper?"

First label, I got a MAC

Fuck a 'Lac, ain't no attacks

Spend the night, nah, throw that ass back

Rich dreams, turned to a stack

Chris-Chris on the keys

Why is your **** mad? You was lookin' at me

Bounce on that beam

Blackout in the studio 'cause I was gone off the lean

Hoes on me, left and right

Glock 9 put 'em out like a light

Coupe tinted like a thief in the night

Gang on, he don't put up a fight

F-fuck on your bitch, I might

Colors on me, pretty sight, it's light

"What you say, gang?" They'll fuck up your life

What? I just might make her my wife