Can’t Get Right lyrics

[Intro]
Sosa on the beat
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
My swag can't get right (My swag, n*gga)
My shirt don't even match Nikes, n*gga
My gun can't get right
See a opp, he gon' strike, he gon' strike
Caught him at the lights, n*gga
Shoulda made a left, he can't get right, n*gga
He got on tight jeans, it can't fit right, n*gga
Guap in my pockets, won't sit right, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Ayy, b*tch don't even know my name, can't spell that sh*t right
Bought some pounds, we at your door, ain't mail that sh*t right
If you're sellin' anything, sell that sh*t right
n*gga played the wrong n*gga, that's that n*gga life
Come through, up the SIG-K, that's the big pipe
And I shoot it at any n*gga that can't get right, I don't like
.40 Mayweather, but we don't fight
On sight, let it spray at him, b*tch, it's only right
Get it left, in the left lane, I hop in the right
Almighty Sosa Campaign, I'm what b*tches like
And my watch cost money 'cause I spend it anytime
Bought a gun for a thousand, shoot a hunnid anytime, can't get right, n*gga (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, n*gga)
[Chorus]
My swag can't get right
My shirt don't even match Nikes, n*gga
My gun can't get right
See a opp, he gon' strike, he gon' strike
Caught him at the lights, n*gga
Shoulda made a left, can't get it right, n*gga
He got on tight jeans, can't fit it right, n*gga
Guap in my pockets, won't sit right, n*gga (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 2]
Pull up in that can't get it right
That's the sh*t hoes can't get it right, ayy
My watch bling, can't get it right, ayy
Look at the b*tch, look like a big light, ayy
Still smokin' Tooka, can't get it right, ayy
I still'a tote my Ruger, can't get it right, ayy
I still'a f*cking shoot ya, can't get right
When I aim, you know I won't miss, right?
Talkin' left out his mouth, we shoot his sh*t right
I ain't got no time to waste, I do this sh*t right
And my gun a Glock, so my toolie is the light
I call him, "Mr. Get Rifle", can't get right
My Trues still saggin', buddha can't get right
Ain't no guap in my pants then I can't sit right
Ain't no Glock in my pants, can't f*ck your b*tch right
At the light, in the traffic then my junk go ring ring (Ayy, nah, bang, bang)
[Chorus]
My swag can't get right
My shirt don't even match Nikes, n*gga
My gun can't get right
See a opp, he gon' strike, he gon' strike
Caught him at the lights, n*gga
Shoulda made a left, he can't get right, n*gga
He got on tight jeans, it can't fit right, n*gga
Guap in my pockets, won't sit right, n*gga