Yang Straight [Swagga Right] lyrics

Dj E, this beat nasty (TPE sh*t baby)
Yeah
Shout out to Hard Knox
Shout out to A&B
Yeah, look

Verse 1: Priceless Da Roc
Hella swag, but if it's beef, then i'm a problem starter
Mask on 'em, swinging through your city like i'm Peter Parker
Don't judge a book by it's cover, judge it by the author
The bass grimy, everyday it's like we live in contra
Your whole career is in hot water, like a sauna
Finish sentences, with periods, n*gga never use a comma (never that)
You n*ggas talking like you got it, but you really bluffing
Neva had an ass whooping before, where here's your introduction
I'm my own boss, my money comes with no deduction
Had my paper on time and pronto, n*gga no discussion
Repercussions, is mild concussion, so f*ck 'em, prick sh*t
My mix tape title should of been suck my di*k
But, in the meantime, i tried to get up off of it
I fathered enough n*ggas out here to start an orphanage
Rep about the sh*t that i see, like i'm reporting it
Live i f*cking lifestyle like VH1's recording it

[Hook]
You already know about me, TPE is my team
When we pull up on that scene,so clean, when n*gga do his thing
Make that motherf*cka lean
Swagga right (x4)
Make that motherf*cka lean
Swagga right (x4)
Verse 2: Priceless Da Roc
Why does it seem like these n*ggas got an attitude
I done show so much gratitude
Now we about to flip the game into a different magnitude
Where i'm about to take of too, it's a different latitude
Haters are just not welcomed kids, dudes with this blazer sh*t
The crime rate is low, so if you p*ss me off, we gone raise that sh*t
n*gga's lions over here, you can't tame this sh*t
This is a blessing from God, you can't create that sh*t
n*ggas will still try guideline you a bye bye
They probably have your rap career, outta here in no time
Snapback and hella saucy shirts, n*gga it's show time
I look down and see your rap career below mine
Did on my own man, didn't have no co-sign
My alternative was go home or go grind
Yeah, and you see what i'm doing now (clown)
You n*ggas should of figured out

[Hook]

Verse 3: P-Lo
Young rich motherf*cka!

Uh, Gang that
If you reppin' go and bang that
I be ballin' you be chillin' where the lames at
I don't talk i just state facts
Eh
I'll be killing all you dudes, neva follow rules
I'll be with my crew, lil' bad b*tch tell her what to do
Back it up on a young king, shawty 19 she a young thing
I'll be fresh on this, Dallas ,hit the mall throw a couple thousan'
Five hunned for the sneakers, One thou' for the feature
Sucka mean, bet her knees hurt, Heart Break Gang on a t-shirt
Never give a f*ck about a b*tch
My homies from the rich, keep a ho on the strip
Yeah
[Hook]