F’N Right lyrics

[Hook: Jon Connor]
(f*cking right, f*cking right)
If your b*tch wanna f*ck with me
(She f*cking right, f*cking right)
She keep pulling all on my jeans
(She f*cking right, f*cking right)
Every time I step out I ball
(f*cking right, f*cking right)
Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all
(You f*cking right)
There's ten bad b*tches knocking at the door
(You f*cking right)
They all bad b*tches
(You motherf*cking right, you f*cking right)
Theres ten bad b*tches knocking at the door
(You f*cking right)
They all bad b*tches
(You motherf*cking right, you f*cking right)

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
I do it for my city, that's never gonna stop
Fly city n*gga, from my head to my socks
She want a ménage and you thinking I'm not
One give me head while the other one watch
Take her to the crib, it's just one of them nights
Ain't loving your b*tch 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 n*gga got a million dollar wife
Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off
Had to get it with my n*ggas, now we living well off
n*ggas wanted me to fail, I don't know what to tell y'all
Haters on my di*k, when , what the hell , will they get off?
Came back, I had to get it every time we took a loss , ended up making me to a motherf*ckin boss
Stay the f*ck out of my business, can I get a witness?
You're talking to a n*gga in the trenches
My hustle relentless, ball on you n*ggas while y'all watch the game from the benches
Now I'm in the spot, on these hoes
Getting on the ones I like
She know when to f*ck all night, man, she looking at me like n*gga
You f*cking Right
[Hook: Jon Connor]
f*cking right, f*cking right
If your b*tch wanna f*ck with me
She f*cking right, f*cking right
She keep pulling all on my jeans
She f*cking right, f*cking right
Every time I step out I ball
f*cking right, f*cking right
Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all
You f*cking right
Theres ten bad b*tches knocking at the door
You f*cking right
They all bad b*tches
You motherf*cking right, you f*cking right
Theres ten bad b*tches knocking at the door
You f*cking right
They all bad b*tches
You motherf*cking right, you f*cking 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 muhf*ckas in the game, understand it
I was ready for the chips with the plug and the bricks
Didn't understand a link but my b*tch spoke Spanish
I'm a motherf*cking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider
Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar
f*cking right, f*cking right, n*gga wanna talk this sh*t then hear my f*cking life, f*cking life
n*gga, I was in the dope spot, servin licks all f*ckin' night, f*ckin' night
Young pimp n*gga with a limp, puttin di*k to your f*cking wife, f*cking wife
And she gonna hit my phone cause she said you
[Hook: Jon Connor]
f*cking right, f*cking right
If your b*tch wanna f*ck with me
She f*cking right, f*cking right
She keep pulling all on my jeans
She f*cking right, f*cking right
Every time I step out I ball
f*cking right, f*cking right
Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all
You f*cking right
Theres ten bad b*tches knocking at the door
You f*cking right
They all bad b*tches
You motherf*cking right, you f*cking right
Theres ten bad b*tches knocking at the door
You f*cking right
They all bad b*tches
You motherf*cking right, you f*cking right

[Verse 3: Jon Connor]
When they let me in the spot, b*tches rock and send me
Got me feeling like I'm not
The n*gga 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 sh*t change, n*ggas looking at me like this sh*t just came
Out the clear blue, n*ggas talking sh*t, I can't hear you
Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view
f*ck what you say, n*gga, leave your mouth, n*gga, f*ck what you say
Sightseeing ass n*gga, get the f*ck out the way
Say I'm lost, same dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe
Feel good, sh*t like a massage to a n*gga, couldn't believe it
It felt like a mirage to a n*gga, I've evolved with you n*ggas to my eyes
Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a n*gga
Out the Midwest, did you n*ggas 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 sh*t is just paper so we blow it every night, f*ck Ks
Hold it down for the city that made us
And represent for the hood that raised us
[Hook: Jon Connor]