YRN Quan - Wrong Or Right

Yrn Quan uh huh yea hey hey uh
I stay with the gang they wrong or right
All my niggas strapped up like dykes
He was too high so I cut his kite
Uh huh aye
How you got beef but don't wanna fight
Just a young nigga talking to the mic
Did a lot of shit I knew wasn't right
Uh huh yea
I seen blue light you know Ian pulling over
Smoke all that weed man can't stay sober
Might mask up like Jason in October
Exotic smoke and it's filling my lungs
I'm with your bitch and my dick on her tongue
I'm YRN bitch you know I'm the one
Getting money ima weigh it a ton
Getting money ima stack till a mill
In the streets it's kill or be killed (Fye fye)
I'm taking chances with my life
Made it 21 so I'm doing some right
Patna 19 got shot ain't right (Damn)
Then I got the call couldn't sleep that night
Stay with the gang they right or they wrong
All my niggas ima put em' on (No kap)
Aye aye yea
I stay with the gang they wrong or right
All my niggas strapped up like dykes
He was too high so I cut his kite
Uh huh aye
How you got beef but don't wanna fight
Just a young nigga talking to the mic
Did a lot of shit I knew wasn't right
Uh huh yea
Hit a lot of backdoor licks with the bros
Nigga try me can't go out like no hoe
I might just go fuck his hoe
Uh huh yea
Smoking gas like ima stoner
Shawty cute but ion want her
I'm by myself like a loner
Aye aye yea
A nigga try me he must wanna die
You know YRN Quan got the fye
Won't kap in my rap bitch I won't lie
When I roll up a wood need a three five
And I'm popping my shit I'm with the slimes
Bitch do not try me like them other guys
I just want the head then it's goodbye
My patna got killed in a drive by
I remember he was just by my side
He told me keep going with this music shit
So ima keep going with this music shit
Aye aye yea
He told me keep going with this music shit
So I'm tryna stack up a million
Y'all niggas be chameleons
I want a bad bitch puerto rican
Lil shawty she fine and she freaky
I got so high that I start tweaking
I got so high that I start geeking
He won't run up I gave him a reason
Wouldn't bless that nigga if he was sneezing
Switch side put a bag on his head
Now they finna get him for treason
I stay with the gang they wrong or right
All my niggas strapped up like dykes
He was too high so I cut his kite
Uh huh aye
How you got beef but don't wanna fight
Just a young nigga talking to the mic
Did a lot of shit I knew wasn't right
Uh huh yea

Written by:
Quantavious Brinkley

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