Right there by Tremayne Lyrics
[Verse 1: Jape]
Tell me who the best of the worst is
High life, moving through the city in a hearse bitch
Muuurk! is the mawfuckin word, I'm a nerd;
Vocabulary burn, pull the strap like a turban
Who u mawfuckas think, wanna meddle?
No love for em, so we heating up the kettle
And we gunnin fo a dozen, get my hands up on that bezel
I ain't fuckin wit ya superficial image boy, settle down
(why u vexed tho?)
What's my options?
HAD to come with aggression to BE a topic
I'm anemic, and paraplegic
Without a legion
Please believe that I'm bleeding as long as I am breathing
Even sleep in evenings, hard to be achieving
Nother reason for greasing the bottles of the Riesling
(yeah)
2 claps for the weak
Bow down, both knees
Turn up industreet
Come on
[Hook: Jape]
Lick 2 shots, 1 hand in the air/
Give it up baby come stand over here/
There's funny moving mans out here/
I tell em put the money in my hand right there/
Still no love for the rest I swear/
Anybody wana come test I dear/
Man i seen it all out here/
So you better put the money in my hand right there/
[Verse 2: Tremayne]
What time is it in this bitch?
Think a quarter past kill it/
Spilling all this god damn liquor/
On my god damn clothes/
With all these god damn women/
All over my nut sack/
I let my little nigga buss that open/
My lyrics definitely got her pussy soaking/
Write about it later, alligator in her pokey/
Ain't this what dreams are made of nigga/
Bitch we see past your make up nigga/
Jape you might have to hold me, way they talk reckless might have to smack these niggas/
Thats tre though/
Tryna find a girl that got a brother with a dreidel/
Cause if I rap good and her doughs good/
She ain't asking my ass for nothing/
And if the dicks good, and she know its good/
We gone have ourselves a little Aubrey nigga
[Hook]
Tell me who the best of the worst is
High life, moving through the city in a hearse bitch
Muuurk! is the mawfuckin word, I'm a nerd;
Vocabulary burn, pull the strap like a turban
Who u mawfuckas think, wanna meddle?
No love for em, so we heating up the kettle
And we gunnin fo a dozen, get my hands up on that bezel
I ain't fuckin wit ya superficial image boy, settle down
(why u vexed tho?)
What's my options?
HAD to come with aggression to BE a topic
I'm anemic, and paraplegic
Without a legion
Please believe that I'm bleeding as long as I am breathing
Even sleep in evenings, hard to be achieving
Nother reason for greasing the bottles of the Riesling
(yeah)
2 claps for the weak
Bow down, both knees
Turn up industreet
Come on
[Hook: Jape]
Lick 2 shots, 1 hand in the air/
Give it up baby come stand over here/
There's funny moving mans out here/
I tell em put the money in my hand right there/
Still no love for the rest I swear/
Anybody wana come test I dear/
Man i seen it all out here/
So you better put the money in my hand right there/
[Verse 2: Tremayne]
What time is it in this bitch?
Think a quarter past kill it/
Spilling all this god damn liquor/
On my god damn clothes/
With all these god damn women/
All over my nut sack/
I let my little nigga buss that open/
My lyrics definitely got her pussy soaking/
Write about it later, alligator in her pokey/
Ain't this what dreams are made of nigga/
Bitch we see past your make up nigga/
Jape you might have to hold me, way they talk reckless might have to smack these niggas/
Thats tre though/
Tryna find a girl that got a brother with a dreidel/
Cause if I rap good and her doughs good/
She ain't asking my ass for nothing/
And if the dicks good, and she know its good/
We gone have ourselves a little Aubrey nigga
[Hook]