F'N Right

[Hook: Jon Connor] (Fucking right, fucking right) If your bitch wanna fuck with me (She fucking right, fucking right) She keep pulling all on my jeans (She fucking right, fucking right) Every time I step out I ball (Fucking right, fucking right) Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all (You fucking right) There's ten bad bitches knocking at the door (You fucking right) They all bad bitches (You motherfucking right, you fucking right) Theres ten bad bitches knocking at the door (You fucking right) They all bad bitches (You motherfucking right, you fucking right) [Verse 1: Jon Connor] I do it for my city, that's never gonna stop Fly city nigga, from my head to my socks She want a ménage and you thinking I'm not Won't give me head while the other one watch Take her to the crib, it's just one of them nights Ain't loving your bitch but I'm loving my life You ain't gotta worry who the illest on the mic Million dollar flow, I got a million dollar life Loving how I'm living but it came at a price Million dollar nigga got a million dollar wife Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off Had to get it with my niggas, now we living in a loft Niggas wanted me to fail, I don't know what to tell y'all Haters on my paper, when they get the hell off? Came back, I had to get it any time I said hello Said a nigga hated me into a motherfucking buff Stay the fuck out of my business, can I get a witness? You're talking to a nigga in the trenches My own soul relentless, ball with you niggas while y'all watch the game from the benches Now I'm in the spot, I don't need zone Getting on the ones I like She know when to fuck all night, man, she looking at me like you [Hook: Jon Connor] Fucking right, fucking right If your bitch wanna fuck with me She fucking right, fucking right She keep pulling all on my jeans She fucking right, fucking right Every time I step out I ball Fucking right, fucking right Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all You fucking right Theres ten bad bitches knocking at the door You fucking right They all bad bitches You motherfucking right, you fucking right Theres ten bad bitches knocking at the door You fucking right They all bad bitches You motherfucking right, you fucking right [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] It's ten geekers knocking at my trap door Young Gibbs up in there whipping, working, serving blow And these FEDs up in my face like gangsta, what you know? Cause every time I leave the booth I'm a suspect, Flow'll murder them Finna cop a leg, and a wing, goddamn it Real muhfuckas in the game, understand it I was ready for the chips with the plug and the bricks Didn't understand a link but my bitch spoke Spanish I'm a motherfucking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar Fucking right, fucking right, nigga wanna talk this shit then hear my fucking life, fucking life Nigga, I was in the dope spot, servin licks all fuckin' night, fuckin' night Young pimp nigga with a limp, puttin dick to your fucking wife, fucking wife And she gonna hit my phone cause she said you [Hook: Jon Connor] Fucking right, fucking right If your bitch wanna fuck with me She fucking right, fucking right She keep pulling all on my jeans She fucking right, fucking right Every time I step out I ball Fucking right, fucking right Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all You fucking right Theres ten bad bitches knocking at the door You fucking right They all bad bitches You motherfucking right, you fucking right Theres ten bad bitches knocking at the door You fucking right They all bad bitches You motherfucking right, you fucking right [Verse 3: Jon Connor] When they let me in the spot, bitches rock and send me Got me feeling like I'm not The nigga that was already now I feel like I've landed on another planet Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht Funny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can't hear you Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view Fuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say Sightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way Say I'm lost, same dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe Feel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn't believe it It felt like a mirage to a nigga, I've evolved with you niggas to my eyes Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga Out the Midwest, did you niggas leave in that Michigan? Yes Indiana, Gary and it's scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery But we focus on this money and we try to be the best I told y'all this shit is just paper so we blow it every night, fuck Ks Hold it down for the city that made us And represent for the hood that raised us [Hook: Jon Connor]