Right One Songtext
von Dame D.O.L.L.A.

You got the right one (the right one)
Come from the trenches and I′m gettin' close to a B (B)
Private or in public, bitch, don′t come for me (at all)
Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (feel me)
Got no patience for you suckers, I stay sucker-free

You got the right one (the right one)
I know some shooters, I hope they don't shoot again (shoot again)
I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans (hooligans)
And I'm still laced up by the greats
I changed the pace to win the race
Bust down the face, times is great (uh)

One of a kind, they know I′m the nigga
They recognize a stepper (big steppin′)
I pull up to my hood, they treat me like I'm regular (jungle)
Private plane, my Rollie plain, I don′t do nothin' extra
All the tires on my foreigns bald like Uncle Fester


When I was a youngin′, I seen all the cars
The good in the streets and all of the flaws
Niggas with money, the rise and the falls
Sent to the yard or a one-way call

I was the chosen one
Town shit, I'm the golden son
Next to my bed, keep a loaded gun
Frontline soldier, the boldest one

I say it′s in me, never on me, baby (baby)
My partners like, "You goin', oh, you know me, baby" (baby)
Eight figures at 24 like I'm Kobe, baby (Kobe, baby)
Ten Ms, I built a mansion, bro, we goin′ crazy

You got the right one (the right one)
Come from the trenches and I′m gettin' close to a B (B)
Private or in public, bitch, don′t come for me (at all)
Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (feel me)
Got no patience for you suckers, I stay sucker-free

You got the right one (you got the right one)
I know some shooters, I hope they don't shoot again (shoot again)
I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans (hooligans)
And I′m still laced up by the greats
I changed the pace to win the race
Bust down the face, times is great


You got the right one, I'm ′bout to light one
Who got the soda? I'm 'bout to spike one
Bust down the gold one, bust down the white one
I got the plain one, I got the bright one

Ain′t got no main one, ain′t 'bout to wife one
Ain′t gon' rename one, can′t reunite one
I got a straight one, I got a dyke one
Bitch, if you ain't one, you act just like one

Nigga, it′s Tunechi, I'm bigger than Gucci
They say they want beef and they really want sushi
I pull some strings just like acoustics
Bitch, I'm a king just like the smoothie

Somebody stink, sorry, excuse me
That′s just the weed, I′m smokin' dookie
These niggas fraud, these niggas fluky
Say he a dog, he just a Snoopy

All my cars dark skin, all my boys marksmen
All my broads booty poke out, oh my God, shark fin
Super like Clark Kent
I′m gettin' close to a B, fuckin′ right, arm's length

I′m one of them dudes that come from the zoo
We shoot up your shit when there's nothin' to do
She lovin′ the crew, we fuck on your boo
I′m with some niggas with nothin' to lose

I got some niggas that′s stuck in the shoe
I got some niggas that's stuck in the hood
We breakin′ down za and stuffin' the ′Wood
Playin' with Ms, I knew that I would

I'm in this big body on Bunyan
They got the spot boomin′ with the onions
You got some money for me, baby, run it
Ain′t feedin' the family, then you ain′t a hundred

Fly out to London, I'm there for a week
Not in the suites, we in the streets
You ain′t gon' slide if one of y′all die
You know how I'm movin' ′cause I′m in it deep

I dare you to leave, there's dirt on my cleats
And I got receipts, nigga (I got receipts, nigga)
I dare you to leave, there′s dirt on my cleats
And I got receipts, nigga (I got receipts, nigga)
You ain't contributin′ nothin' to this table, then you cannot eat with us (cannot eat)
I′m huggin' this K, this one in the barrel when I go to sleep with it (when I go to sleep with it)

You got the right one (the right one)
Come from the trenches and I'm gettin′ close to a B (B)
Private or in public, bitch, don′t come for me (at all)
Made my sacrifices to live comfortably (feel me)
Got no patience for you suckers, I stay sucker-free

You got the right one (you got the right one)
I know some shooters, I hope they don't shoot again (shoot again)
I was a hooper that hooped and hung out with hooligans (hooligans)
And I′m still laced up by the greats
I changed the pace to win the race
Bust down the face, times is great