Right Track lyrics
by Kato
Hook:
If it ain’t bout a bag I don’t like that
Don’t even try to ask I don’t like that (nah)
I’m the first to attack they don’t fight back
All I gotta ask where the mic at (yuh)
They tryna test, I wouldn’t try that
Won’t be pretty if I gotta bite back (rah)
f*ck em if they hating I can’t waste time debating
I just make sure we on the right track (aye)
Verse 1:
I'm a toaster with no holster (yuh)
All of these rappers mediocre (yuh)
I’m folding all the jokers like poker (aye)
I just want the cake like Oprah (yuh)
I want all the smoke, try to take me as a joke
I’ll put a poster boy on a poster (bap)
Sleep on me now you woke, go run and tell ya folk
Who they thought was cold I’m colder
Listen I don’t care what you thought I do not give two f*cks
I’m the hardest outta all these artists most these suckers do suck
You’s a b*tch, if you talking sh*t bout me while I’m grinding
Throwing shade just cuz I be shining this sh*t perfect timing (woo)
Hook:
If it ain’t bout a bag I don’t like that
Don’t even try to ask I don’t like that (nah)
I’m the first to attack they don’t fight back
All I gotta ask where the mic at (yuh)
They tryna test, I wouldn’t try that
Won’t be pretty if I gotta bite back (no)
f*ck em if they hating I can’t waste time debating
I just make sure we on the right track (aye)
Verse 2:
Word to Kato this sh*t fuego (woo)
I'm a boss, whatever I say go (woo)
If I ain’t working imma lay low (yep)
Get the bread and hasta luego (skrt)
These dudes gotta catch up, I be getting gassed up
Send them into a f*cking frenzy (grr)
Nobody really match up, all them rappers last up
I can’t mess with no sucka MC’s (no)
Don’t compare me to them clowns you bugging now I’m f*cking wild
Put some respect I’m who up next go start forming up my crown
Mother f*ck the fake sh*t they can’t take it sit yo punk ass down
I ain’t ever fronting this sh*t really built up from the ground
Hook:
If it ain’t bout a bag I don’t like that
Don’t even try to ask I don’t like that (nah)
I’m the first to attack they don’t fight back
All I gotta ask where the mic at (yuh)
They tryna test, I wouldn’t try that
Won’t be pretty if I gotta bite back (no)
f*ck em if they hating I can’t waste time debating
I just make sure we on the right track (aye)
Verse 3:
I’m mad confused what you call hot (what)
Calling trash flames but it’s all not (no)
Then turn around and say that I can’t spit (what)
This far from wack I got damn hits (b*tch)
Whenever I spit it you with it or quit it
I ain’t tryna do this for you homie (nah)
My sh*t be hitting real different no kidding
Wait on it I know all you gon see (rah)