[Intro: MadMarcc]
Right or wrong with my niggas, I bet they ride, yeah
Right or wrong, I got that pistol by my side, yeah
Right or wrong, them niggas don't wanna die, yeah
(Ayo, Cutta, turn up)
[Chorus: MadMarcc]
Could've went broke back there (Yeah)
Lost a couple bros back there (Yeah)
Goddamn, why Lil V ain't here? (Why he left?)
Goddamn, why Lil V ain't here? (Why he left?)
Right or wrong with my niggas, I bet they ride, yeah
Right or wrong, I got that pistol by my side, yeah
Right or wrong, them niggas don't wanna die, yeah
Right or wrong, we pullin' up on them niggas slangin' iron, yeah
[Verse 1: MadMarcc]
I told my bitch don't be askin' me how I killed bеfore
I told my nigga keep it pimpin', don't fight 'bout a ho
I told my grandma I love her, don't want to see hеr go
Slide on the beat like some butter, but I can't slip up, no
Remember peelin' in whips and [?][0:51] lockin' all them doors
Remember I shot my pistol when every nigga froze
Ain't got nothing to prove, different [?], different rules
Ain't got nothing to lose, say the truth and I'm bool
I fell in love with them hundreds, my favorite color blue
I get that money and stack it until it hit the roof
They probably prayin' I fumble, they wanna see me lose
Young nigga hate that I'm makin' it, too bad I'm not through
I told my mama that I hope I don't get sent to hell
I told my bitch that I love her, she better not never tell
I told my brother grab his flag, let's run up a mil'
I need like five hundred million before I think to chill
Right or wrong with my niggas, I bet they ride, yeah
Right or wrong, I got that pistol by my side, yeah
Right or wrong, them niggas don't wanna die, yeah
(Ayo, Cutta, turn up)
[Chorus: MadMarcc]
Could've went broke back there (Yeah)
Lost a couple bros back there (Yeah)
Goddamn, why Lil V ain't here? (Why he left?)
Goddamn, why Lil V ain't here? (Why he left?)
Right or wrong with my niggas, I bet they ride, yeah
Right or wrong, I got that pistol by my side, yeah
Right or wrong, them niggas don't wanna die, yeah
Right or wrong, we pullin' up on them niggas slangin' iron, yeah
[Verse 1: MadMarcc]
I told my bitch don't be askin' me how I killed bеfore
I told my nigga keep it pimpin', don't fight 'bout a ho
I told my grandma I love her, don't want to see hеr go
Slide on the beat like some butter, but I can't slip up, no
Remember peelin' in whips and [?][0:51] lockin' all them doors
Remember I shot my pistol when every nigga froze
Ain't got nothing to prove, different [?], different rules
Ain't got nothing to lose, say the truth and I'm bool
I fell in love with them hundreds, my favorite color blue
I get that money and stack it until it hit the roof
They probably prayin' I fumble, they wanna see me lose
Young nigga hate that I'm makin' it, too bad I'm not through
I told my mama that I hope I don't get sent to hell
I told my bitch that I love her, she better not never tell
I told my brother grab his flag, let's run up a mil'
I need like five hundred million before I think to chill
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