Freddie Gibbs - F'N Right lyrics

[Hook: Jon Connor] (f**ing right, f**ing right) If your b**h wanna f** with me (She f**ing right, f**ing right) She keep pulling all on my jeans (She f**ing right, f**ing right) Every time I step out I ball (f**ing right, f**ing right) Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all (You f**ing right) There's ten bad b**hes knocking at the door (You f**ing right) They all bad b**hes (You motherf**ing right, you f**ing right) Theres ten bad b**hes knocking at the door (You f**ing right) They all bad b**hes (You motherf**ing right, you f**ing right) [Verse 1: Jon Connor] I do it for my city, that's never gonna stop Fly city n***a, from my head to my socks She want a ménage and you thinking I'm not Won't 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**h 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***a got a million dollar wife Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off Had to get it with my n***as, now we living in a loft n***as wanted me to fail, I don't know what to tell y'all Haters on my paper, when they get the hell off? Came back, I had to get it any time I said hello Said a n***a hated me into a motherf**ing buff Stay the f** out of my business, can I get a witness? You're talking to a n***a in the trenches My own soul relentless, ball with you n***as while y'all watch the game from the benches Now I'm in the spot, I don't need zone Getting on the ones I like She know when to f** all night, man, she looking at me like you [Hook: Jon Connor] f**ing right, f**ing right If your b**h wanna f** with me She f**ing right, f**ing right She keep pulling all on my jeans She f**ing right, f**ing right Every time I step out I ball f**ing right, f**ing right Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all You f**ing right Theres ten bad b**hes knocking at the door You f**ing right They all bad b**hes You motherf**ing right, you f**ing right Theres ten bad b**hes knocking at the door You f**ing right They all bad b**hes You motherf**ing right, you f**ing 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**as 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**h spoke Spanish I'm a motherf**ing Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar f**ing right, f**ing right, n***a wanna talk this sh** then hear my f**ing life, f**ing life n***a, I was in the dope spot, servin licks all f**in' night, f**in' night Young pimp n***a with a limp, puttin dick to your f**ing wife, f**ing wife And she gonna hit my phone cause she said you [Hook: Jon Connor] f**ing right, f**ing right If your b**h wanna f** with me She f**ing right, f**ing right She keep pulling all on my jeans She f**ing right, f**ing right Every time I step out I ball f**ing right, f**ing right Cause I ain't got time to worry about y'all You f**ing right Theres ten bad b**hes knocking at the door You f**ing right They all bad b**hes You motherf**ing right, you f**ing right Theres ten bad b**hes knocking at the door You f**ing right They all bad b**hes You motherf**ing right, you f**ing right [Verse 3: Jon Connor] When they let me in the spot, b**hes rock and send me Got me feeling like I'm not The n***a 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** change, n***as looking at me like this sh** just came Out the clear blue, n***as talking sh**, I can't hear you Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn't have a clear view f** what you say, n***a, leave your mouth, n***a, f** what you say Sightseeing a** n***a, get the f** out the way Say I'm lost, same dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe Feel good, sh** like a ma**age to a n***a, couldn't believe it It felt like a mirage to a n***a, I've evolved with you n***as to my eyes Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a n***a Out the Midwest, did you n***as 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** is just paper so we blow it every night, f** Ks Hold it down for the city that made us And represent for the hood that raised us [Hook: Jon Connor]