Stomach Right lyrics

[Intro]
(K-K-K’Den Ju)
sh*t, n*gga, I just came up on the road with 20k, n*gga I know for a fact she gon' f*ck. Man this b*tch so bad, she f*ckin' rich n*ggas, man
You don't need no money if you f*ck her right?

[Verse 1]
45HK on me, I don't wanna fight
Call the lean man to get my stomach right
n*gga, I'll be a kingpin in my other life
I was broke and down bad for 300 nights
Dope got the recipe I'm servin' n*ggas (Ouu)
30 Rollies, watch on me, n*gga f*ck a like
n*gga you don't even need no money if you f*ck her right
When I hit the road you gon' stuff it right?
You wanna tote the strap, you gon' shoot it ain't you?
Pull up to the scene, all my n*ggas yankin'
The new YBI, b*tch we young and dangerous
Put 'em on the news, make a n*gga famous
Lil' n*gga I ain't never danglin'
Get the advance, buy a bag, I ain't never changin'
I'ma still be countin' up if I never make it
Watch these n*ggas turn b*tch, I just call 'em Caitlyn

[Bridge]
n*ggas turned they back on me so it's f*ck n*ggas
n*ggas turned they back on me so it's f*ck n*ggas
I'ma put the bag on my young n*ggas
n*ggas turned they back on me so it's f*ck n*ggas
n*ggas turned they back on me so it's f*ck n*ggas
[Verse 2]
Lame ass n*gga, probably think I rap my brother life
UT frat house servin', that's my summer night
I told-, "I'm on my way, just have them numbers right"
I rather count this sh*t up, I ain't the party type
f*ckin' up them racks, man, I'm hardheaded
f*ck it, I'ma get it back 'cause my pieces hittin'
Not no credit card fraud, Ray, be specific
Bust up slab out the rapper, grab a piece, and hit it
You don't need a handout, you just need to listen
When you broke, n*ggas act like they don't see the vision
Funny, get a plate, the same n*ggas try to eat it with you
Codeine cowboy, I gotta keep a pistol
Umm, yeah
f*ck you mean n*gga?