Right Back

By Spodee

On No Pressure 2

Released on October 21, 2013

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[Chorus: KEY!]

Ballin' like a fool, I threw the check and made it right back

Fuckin’ bad bitches, I I lost my boo and got her right back

Bunch of lame niggas beggin', wishin' for their life back

Ain’t callin' bout no money, then I gotta call you right back

I'm lyin', young money on my line all the time, okay

You lyin', why your diamonds ain't got no shine? Okay

I'm not, playin' ten bad bitches at a time, okay

You lyin’ all the motherfuckers know it’s my time


[Verse 1: Spodee]

Everyone know, Spodee, man

I'm a pimp, nigga

Got a thousand real niggas ridin with me

I crip with them, and I don’t give a fuck about you, bitch

I'm built different

Bitch, I want you to suck this dick

I'm real vibin

Four hoes, I'm still pimpin

Rick Owens, I feel different

In H Town, with Trae Tha Truth, on 4 4s, I’m still tippin

My set on the meal ticket

I'm fresh and I feel spiffy

I'm flexin my skills, listen

Actovis what I'm still sippin

Eat the shit when beef come, when beef come, you die

My reason, I'm geeked son

In a V Ton, I'm fly

I be in the Jeep, no side

'We keep goin outside

I shot eight niggas, goin on nine

Hope the lawyer happy with him doing some time


[Chorus: KEY!]

Ballin' like a fool, I threw the check and made it right back

Fuckin' bad bitches, I I lost my boo and got her right back

Bunch of lame niggas beggin', wishin' for their life back

Ain't callin' bout no money, then I gotta call you right back

I'm lyin', young money on my line all the time, okay

You lyin', why your diamonds ain't got no shine? Okay

I'm not, playin' ten bad bitches at a time, okay

You lyin' all the motherfuckers know it's my time


[Verse 2: Spodee]

Your girlfriend on my Instagram, I won't mess with her

She got like 17 pics, I could tell she had thirst in 'm

Broke bitches, they make me sick, hoe, get back

30 foot, can't hit my weed, I meant that

I don't cap bout that, I break forin hoes like Kit-Kats

Got the headbad on, I'm gettin paper, bitch, leave, you can't catch that


[Chorus: KEY!]

Ballin' like a fool, I threw the check and made it right back

Fuckin' bad bitches, I I lost my boo and got her right back

Bunch of lame niggas beggin', wishin' for their life back

Ain't callin' bout no money, then I gotta call you right back

I'm lyin', young money on my line all the time, okay

You lyin', why your diamonds ain't got no shine? Okay

I'm not, playin' ten bad bitches at a time, okay

You lyin' all the motherfuckers know it's my time