That's Right*

Lyrics From Snippets

[Intro: Project Pat]

Pat-ah!

[Verse 1: Project Pat & Juicy J]

.223's, didn't hit me up (Mmm), I done dodged the RICO Act and

God was really lookin' out, even when I sold them packin' (Let's go)

Robbery charge, pole in, jackin' North Memphis, head crackin'

Murder charge investigated (Woah), wasn't me, so I skated

All my homies, we related, every crime was calculated (Mmm)

North Memphis raised me, used to hustle to Master P (What?)

Feds got me caught with two guns, it was a catastrophe

Made me do four flat, thought it was a wrap for me

Blast for me, that could never happen, hundred for a return (Uh, huh)

Off of God's offerin', snakes I'm able to discern

Leave you straightenin' like a perm, early bird gets the worm (They do)

Snakes'll get made what I prayed, and I learned

We birds pill poppin', have your mind in a wreck-ah

Have your pockets like your bank account without a check-ah

At they neck-ah, off the planes, gun cockin' (They cockin')

In the VIP, respectfully (Ayy), that's how we rockin' (That's how we)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]

Pimp when I talk, limp when I step

Blick on my right, drank on my left

Real solid nigga, real VVS

Ain't no faith with these hoes that I left

Money we playin', my bitches is top flight

Pull up with the beam 'cause snakes is to my right

Glocks in my trunk with two of it the light

I'm tryna keep it clean 'cause I'm with mob, shit on sight

See her with him, smash and make her my bride

Fifty on my wrist look like a flashlight

Say the word then get you, I don't gotta ask twice

My nigga 'til up and down, was with you my past life

200K McLaren, that's two-fifty the dash, right

Beans on the plane, gotta sip with the pa...