Big Meech - Got Right (Young Jeezy Dis) lyrics

[Intro: Bleu DaVinci] I swear to God on my momma This n***a shouldn't never have tried me, n***a It's the n***a Bleu I don't know why these n***as wanna wake up the motherf**ing vampires Been waiting, n***a, but I'm up Finna bite these n***as back They ain't finna come at me like that That's on everything I love, n***a [Big Meech] That n***a just ain't right, man. I mean, he sh**ted on the whole fam [Hook: Bleu DaVinci] p**y-a** n***a, I got right Weak-a** n***a, I got right Soft-a** n***a, I got right What I'mma do to this n***a is not right [Verse 1: Bleu DaVinci] Go on and tell 'em what the truth is -- you's a b**h Turned House in to the Feds, now who's the snitch? I know you think you got the upper hand Can't even say a n***a name -- less than a man I remember when your a** played the background Scared to push a bag, trying to give it to Mac Town Wanted to be me so bad, you started wearing Dickies And trying to bang, but your weird a** just looking silly And I'm the n***a that gave you your affiliation I'm the n***a that involved you in the precipitation Now it's time for retribution, reciprocation Now them shots been fired? Homie, I was waiting You could hide behind a couple plaques But every shooter that's with me hold a couple straps Catch your a** down bad at that awards show And blow your p**y a** out your dress clothes [Hook] [Verse 2: Bleu DaVinci] Now let me get down to the meat of things Quit all that flexing -- you know they took your chain Call my phone crying, talking 'bout some brooking n***as That night I spared your life; you was in the midst of k**ers Got some info that'll leave your whole career dead Like that Porsche and that 'rari you turned in to the Feds And I was wondering how you skated a mob indictment Guess them people found a friend in you -- yeah, they liked 'im Yeah, I f**ed your b**h, but the p**y was trash Now I'm 'bout to go bananas on your monkey a** p**y n***a, why you coming at me? Need to try to get some money back from Kinky B Twin ain't f**ing with you, Coach done kept it moving Guess they wasn't that gay sh** your a** was doing Stealing n***as' money, but you claim that you're loyal And here, I got them three letters' walking papers for ya [Hook] [Outro: Big Meech] Gibbs be on that sh** Jeezy was on, you know what I'm saying? That's why ain't nobody never came after him. That n***a's stupid. He keeps screaming "Gangsta Gibbs," and they ain't heard a song from him yet