[chorus]
Yeah, right to it (huh, huh)
Yeah, let's get right to it (huh)
I got no time to fuck around, bitch, i get right to it, yeah
When it comes to countin' pounds, i get right to it (yeah)
If she won't pipe down, then we get right to it
I seen the top right off the lamb', i just slice through it
Yeah, i don't make a sound, i let that pipe do it (frrt, frrt)
This bitch wan' fuck around [?]
[verse]
In yo' city, movin' different, feel like the [?] (aah)
We done dropped a bag, i give a fuck about some price tags, ye-yeah (aah)
Lil' bitch, just move around, this not yo' crowd, man
Stepped around my gang the wrong way, he got pummeled bad (woo)
Finna take him off the map, uh
Yeah, that's a flag, duh
They ain't even know my life, but they still tryna act, uh
Lil' boy, you better hold yo' rank, yeah, bullets follow after
Frrat, frrt, blatt, that .22 stick's a match, yeah
Boy, you steady talm' bout me, but don't know what i felt, yeah
Y-yo, this bitch [?] off the shelf, yeah
Boy, you's a fake and a fraud, yo-you should kill yo' self, yeah (what?)
Rhine-rhinestones up on my body, and cc the belt, yeah
[chorus]
Yeah, right to it (huh, huh)
Yeah, let's get right to it (huh)
I got no time to fuck around, bitch, i get right to it, yeah
When it comes to countin' pounds, i get right to it (yeah)
If she won't pipe down, then we get right to it
I seen the top right off the lamb', i just slice through it
Yeah, i don't make a sound, i let that pipe do it (frrt, frrt)
This bitch wan' fuck around [?] (uh-huh)
[outro]
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