d@mn Right Pt. 2

Yeah, one-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers

Three, two, three, better blow ya momma's teeth out

I chew like I'm pika, then I spit like I'm Nina

Wish you merry Kwanzaa, set fire to my sneakers

One-two fleeka, might need some anesthesia

See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita

Achu like paprika, then I wanna spit like Aretha

You see me? You feel me? You got me? Eureka

What you want? (What you want?)

Everybody knows my name, what you want? (What you want?)

Saying l was talking back just to front (just to front)

Everybody talkin' shit, and they damn right

Damn right, damn right, yeah, damn right

Sayin' plastic on my wrist and they damn right

Damn right, damn right

One-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers, yeah

See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita

Onе, one, one, one-two fleeka

See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita

One-two fat thighs, some trousers and a black eye

Three, two, three, only say what's up for the wifi

Guess I'm supposed to be grown, this how it feel bone to bone

And I did post, but I'm alone, rich off catfish like petco

Damn right she stole that Bacardi, damn right he drive fake Ferrari

Goddamn it, ain't even a party without you flexing that Murakami

Always late to the mass, show, tell, never ask

Powerade in the flask, wintertime in this counterfeit bag

What you want? (What you want?)

Everybody knows my name, what you want? (What you want?)

Saying l was talking back just to front (just to front)

Everybody talkin' shit, and they damn right

Damn right, damn right, yeah, damn right

Sayin' plastic on my wrist and they damn right

Damn right, damn right, yeah, damn right

Say I'm biting on their hits and they damn right

Damn right, damn right

One-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers, yeah

See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita

One, one, one, one-two fleeka

See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita

Your boy got a brat doll hair

He wanna quick bite with the lights on-air

Your pop got a beat with the Jay-Z snare

But the wife just sucks and she got no flare, I

Clap like religion, move like snakes when I make my decision

Bye, bye, bye, better watch the precision

Wanna be me, but you got no ambition

Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo

Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo

Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo

Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita

Yeah