The Niceguys (Yves) - Right Hook lyrics

Hook (Yves) I say this Hook is so mean I say this hook is sooo mean I, I guess I got the right hook and Dark liquors hooks are in me Roy Jones Jr. and Glen Kelly Marciano and Walcott Mike Tyson and Ferguson (That was an uppercut) f** it n***a they all dropped Verse 1 (Yves) I'm so faded I hate it I don't hate it I'm faded That's just sh** I say when I'm faded. This feeling the greatest Johnny Blue in my lowball I ain't answering no calls Jackie D in my flask Whiskey feel like a mask Hennessy was my start Paradis was my finish 265 my enablers Kenneth Winfrey we did it Paul Ma**on we was broke Off and on we would smoke Never stop sipping that Macallan James Kelley the pope I got issues I miss you I drink heavily. Damn From my skin to my gristle It feel heavenly. Damn Shoota Mac you my ace But, no aces in here Just deuces and up in my juices screw in my cup Cheers to everything Beers and every drink high as your arms could go I ain't responsible For the wrongs that go on I am also throwed 718 to to 713 y'all should know Whoa Hook Verse 2 I started Free Free early At The Vault it was my fault I got juice in that venue Plus it was his birthday You could choose from the menu He like Yvey I'm thirsty He k**ed that 'gnac I was taken aback I'm like Free I ain't worthy! He said I'd like another So like a brother I counsel him pour some ounces in he bounce and then downs him another I was proud than a mutha-f**ah, cuz a n***a wasn't sipping but now we tripping like co-d's in public Sleezy on that Blood sh** Eastside n***a we love it Free ain't no goon he got a room, university public That's where we started with this Niceguys sh** Free Free the soul of this Niceguys sh** Candlestick spinning all that Niceguys sh** Dig, it's only fitting that the Niceguys lit And Free had that Ralph Lauren rugby on f** we on? Laughing like goodfellas, no reason We must be gone! Hook Verse 3 (Jelksy, check me out) Man I be doing the most cuz When I'm sober, on the sofa, I get so fru-strated with the state of my existence No buzz, along with tryna build yo buzz is emotio-nally taxing I need toxins I need Jack in, not boxes, but a flask fast Government talkin bout SoPA and PiPA Too too dramatic like soaps bruh, and peep the, results of, getting soap from, the coast of Costa Rica Cuz I read the, writing on the wall but I really need to go ahead and reep the Benefits of my spit 'fore the reaper Reaches me, eureka! I struck gold with the flow My mode is commode I'm the sh** now what do you reek of? I was stressed out, turning drinks up Would turn a drink down, but my shrink s**s This is therapy to me I takes care of me I count sheep barely so bare with me as Eric B I need Spirits to rock him/Rakim carefully to sleep I'm prepared to be a lead-er n***as like Yves arrogant to me Per, request of my lady parent, breathe, sedate myself, very viciously My choices are various indeed My mind is boisterous Bury it in a sea of Hennessy deep like the Kennedys Let me get faded like Henna, please