Lyrics BlocBoy JB – Left Right
Text:
Ha, yeah
Mmm, ha
See how society makes us
Work us like a slave then they talk about pay cuts
They cannot feel our pain ’cause them niggas they ain’t us
Thinkin’ ’bout the days we was down bad and fucked up
Tryna make a play, tryna get our lil’ bucks up
Nobody really fucked with a nigga
See you gettin’ money, try to fuck with a nigga
Man what’s up with these niggas?
They need to go to the pond if they lookin’ for a duck, right?
You had my son so you had to let me fuck right?
She happened for a reason, I dodge her like bob and weavin’
Mr. Telephone Man, man this shit boppin’ season
Burn a nigga ass, I can’t cook right
Before you cross that street, you gotta look right, then a left right
I just hit this nigga with the left right
Nigga you a baby, ‘fore you walk you gotta get your steps right
I don’t like that bitch, I pushed her down the steps, right
Grape Street Crip, you know my flag is to the left, right
You talkin’ ’bout some shootin’ you know they call me Steph, right?
Beefin’ with the block, must be on crystal meth, right?
I don’t really know, I just wanna know
My niggas bang the 8, call ’em Ocho, but not no Cinco
I just hit five bitches in a row, hopped up like bingo
All these bitches love my style, they love this Memphis lingo
Cruisin’ in a limo, layin’ back like it’s limbo
If I don’t fuck with you, don’t want you ’round, that shit simple
‘Cause you see how they do a nigga
I can’t love a ho, I let ’em blow me like some toilet tissue
Burn a nigga ass, I can’t cook right
Before you cross that street, you gotta look right, then a left right
I just hit this nigga with the left right
Nigga you a baby, ‘fore you walk you gotta get your steps right
I don’t like that bitch, I pushed her down the steps, right
Grape Street Crip, you know my flag is to the left, right
You talkin’ ’bout some shootin’ you know they call me Steph, right?
Beefin’ with the block, must be on crystal meth, right?
