Can't Get Right

[Intro]

Sosa on the beat

Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

My swag can't get right (My swag, nigga)

My shirt don't even match Nikes, nigga

My gun can't get right

See a opp, he gon' strike, he gon' strike

Caught him at the lights, nigga

Shoulda made a left, he can't get right, nigga

He got on tight jeans, it can't fit right, nigga

Guap in my pockets, won't sit right, nigga

[Verse 1]

Ayy, bitch don't even know my name, can't spell that shit right

Bought some pounds, we at your door, ain't mail that shit right

If you're sellin' anything, sell that shit right

Nigga played the wrong nigga, that's that nigga life

Come through, up the SIG-K, that's the big pipe

And I shoot it at any nigga that can't get right, I don't like

.40 Mayweather, but we don't fight

On sight, let it spray at him, bitch, it's only right

Get it left, in the left lane, I hop in the right

Almighty Sosa Campaign, I'm what bitches like

And my watch cost money 'cause I spend it anytime

Bought a gun for a thousand, shoot a hunnid anytime, can't get right, nigga (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, nigga)

[Chorus]

My swag can't get right

My shirt don't even match Nikes, nigga

My gun can't get right

See a opp, he gon' strike, he gon' strike

Caught him at the lights, nigga

Shoulda made a left, can't get it right, nigga

He got on tight jeans, can't fit it right, nigga

Guap in my pockets, won't sit right, nigga (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 2]

Pull up in that can't get it right

That's the shit hoes can't get it right, ayy

My watch bling, can't get it right, ayy

Look at the bitch, look like a big light, ayy

Still smokin' Tooka, can't get it right, ayy

I still'a tote my Ruger, can't get it right, ayy

I still'a fucking shoot ya, can't get right

When I aim, you know I won't miss, right?

Talkin' left out his mouth, we shoot his shit right

I ain't got no time to waste, I do this shit right

And my gun a Glock, so my toolie is the light

I call him, "Mr. Get Rifle", can't get right

My Trues still saggin', buddha can't get right

Ain't no guap in my pants then I can't sit right

Ain't no Glock in my pants, can't fuck your bitch right

At the light, in the traffic then my junk go ring ring (Ayy, nah, bang, bang)

[Chorus]

My swag can't get right

My shirt don't even match Nikes, nigga

My gun can't get right

See a opp, he gon' strike, he gon' strike

Caught him at the lights, nigga

Shoulda made a left, he can't get right, nigga

He got on tight jeans, it can't fit right, nigga

Guap in my pockets, won't sit right, nigga