Right, Left (On My Right) lyrics

[Intro]
I got that b*tch on my right
I got that b*tch on my right
I keep my gun by my side
I got that b*tch on my right
I got yo' b*tch to the right
(DT beats)
Ayy, woah
(The Martianz)

[Chorus]
I got yo' b*tch to the right, I got a b*tch to the left
I'll take yo' b*tch for the night, f*ck her then give right back
I got yo' b*tch to the right, I got my gun on my left
Run up and I got a TEC, run up, I beg your respect
Got a check like a ref, shoot yo' sh*t in the neck
I have a b*tch to my right, I f*ck that b*tch to my left
I got a b*tch to my right, I got b*tch on my left
I'll take yo' b*tch for the night, f*ck her then give her right back

[Verse 1]
I f*ck your b*tch, and I swerve, in a Rari', hittin' curves
It ain't nothin' but a word, it ain't nothin' but a word
Run up, I swear you get murked, put the body in a hearse
He said he gon' kill mе first, so I had to kill him first
I f*ck that b*tch, and I dip, huh, you know I'm ballin', I'm swishin'
Yeah, I ball out like a Piston, I had to do it again
I got that gun on my hip, yeah, I had to shoot it again, huh
n*ggas bе losin' again, your boyfriend, no never win, yeah
I may pull up in that Jaguar, I do that sh*t like a Nascar
I just be takin' sh*t too far
Off of a Xanny, took two bars, huh
I'm snoozing, I'm winnin' and I'm never losing
Yo' b*tch on my di*k and she choosing
And now that b*tch all on my left
f*ck her then give her right back
She don't have no self-respect
Popping Xans, I self-destruct
Getting this money is nothing
Off of that head like concussions, run up on me then I'm bussing
[Chorus]
I got yo' b*tch to the right, I got a b*tch to the left
I'll take yo' b*tch for the night, f*ck her then give right back
I got yo' b*tch to the right, I got my gun on my left
Run up and I got a TEC, run up, I beg your respect
Got a check like a ref, shoot yo' sh*t in the neck
I have a b*tch to my right, I f*ck that b*tch to my left
I got a b*tch to my right, I got b*tch on my left
I'll take yo' b*tch for the night, f*ck her then give her right back

[Verse 2]
I f*cked her then gave her right back
I'm finna f*ck up a sack
Fifty-K all up in Saks, VVS all on my neck
All they ever do is flex, phone call, no text
Everybody be the feds, shooting 'em up in the head
I f*cked that b*tch in the bed, huh, Louis V all on my bed
Louis V all on my legs, Louis V all on my legs
I just be poppin' these Xans, huh, f*ck on a couple of fans
Roll up a couple of grams, roll up, then smoke it again
Roll up, then smoke it again
f*ckin' a b*tch, then she blow me again, uh
Felt like she on me again, one week later, she on me again
'Cause I always win
Yeah, I say that I love her, but I just pretend
[Bridge]
I just pretend
f*ck her, then f*ck her again
Didn't use a rubber again
Ayy, I f*ck her 'cause I always win
Aye, I f*ck and f*ck her again

[Chorus]
I got yo' b*tch to the right, I got a b*tch to the left
I'll take yo' b*tch for the night, f*ck her then give right back
I got yo' b*tch to the right, I got my gun on my left
Run up and I got a TEC, run up, I beg your respect
Got a check like a ref, shoot yo' sh*t in the neck
I have a b*tch to my right, I f*ck that b*tch to my left
I got a b*tch to my right, I got b*tch on my left
I'll take yo' b*tch for the night, f*ck her then give her right back

[Outro]
b*tch, to the right
f*ck her, then give her right back
Got a check like a ref
Shoot your sh*t, hit a neck
I got your b*tch to my right
I my gun on the left