Right Or Wrong Lyrics

Pack in the air let it blow

We throwing 1's and 20's it never get old

She from L.A. BBL she a clone

She say she know me she don't but we grown

Glock with a stick in the glove that's a pole

Truly humble under God like I'm Thug if you reach in this club then I'm getting you gone

Brody with me if I'm right or I'm wrong

Hollow tips stuffed in the yeah

I ain't been back in a year

I'm not too different I grew for the vision young niggas on missions just tryna get here

Rick on my body I don't need a Morty this Soulja with me lil boy'ing a peer

I ain't been gone in a minute

So how the fuck I'm gon' appear

I hit the streets every visit

So how the fuck I'm never there

I know I'm cold I admit it

I'm bout to flood out my ears

My opps don't really be tripping

They know I'm moving too rare

I can't love you like my sister

When you was just letting me spear

Roll through my city at night time

Let me show you how we living

She heard I'm him through the grapevine

This not no wine that I'm sipping

Stand with your gang it just takes time

Pray to God I see you winning

I might go back to just spinning

Save it don't need your opinion

This not no regular linen

Pack in the air let it blow

We throwing 1's and 20's it never get old

She from L.A. BBL she a clone

She say she know me she don't but we grown

Glock with a stick in the glove that's a pole

Truly humble under God like I'm Thug if you reach in this club then I'm getting you gone

Brody with me if I'm right or I'm wrong