Yung Kangy - Get It Right Lyrics

Let’s go Let’s go
Gotta stack my dough
Got to hold my own
When and get that bag
Dropped it all on clothes
Cause you gotta look fresh
When you’re selling out shows
But you ain’t tho bro
that’s a big no no
Turns out you’re a joke shit
Turns out i might fuck your girl after my show
Pass for the team to get hit
pass for the team lil bitch
I ain’t gone do what they say
Cause they ain’t the ones getting paid
They ain’t the ones with the checks
They ain’t the ones who’s up next
Lean in the cup got me gone
Doing the things that i want
Everyone wanna be tough
And they wanna be hard
Boy talk to this gun
Everyone hates my drip
But they acting like my son
Put them down one by one
Haters gonna hate all night long
Running around like they busting shit
Meanwhile got a water gun
Let’s go Let’s go
Gotta stack my dough
Got to hold my own
When and get that bag
Dropped it all on clothes
Cause you gotta look fresh
When you’re selling out shows
But you ain’t tho bro
Turns out you’re a joke
You can hate all you want
I’ll be fine right on my own
Get your bag up no time to come in last
Numb my pain with cash
Shout out my bro hash
Shhhh...Yeah!
Put em down one by one
Ima about to smoke blunt
First class or the flight don’t run
Don’t worry about me my love
Don’t worry if i’m on these drugs
Cause you’re worrying to much
When you should be catching this nut
Let’s go Let’s go
Gotta stack my dough
Got to hold my own
When and get that bag
Dropped it all on clothes
Cause you gotta look fresh
When you’re selling out shows
But you ain’t tho bro
That’s a big no (No)
Turns out you’re a joke(shit)
You can hate all you want but
Ill be fine on my own
Get your bags now
It’s time for you to leave...

Let’s go Let’s go
Gotta stack my dough
Got to hold my own
When and get that bag
Dropped it all on clothes
Cause you gotta look fresh
When you’re selling out shows
But you ain’t tho bro
that’s a big no no
Turns out you’re a joke shit
Turns out i might fuck your girl after my show
Pass for the team to get hit
pass for the team lil bitch
I ain’t gone do what they say
Cause they ain’t the ones getting paid
They ain’t the ones with the checks
They ain’t the ones who’s up next
Lean in the cup got me gone
Doing the things that i want
Everyone wanna be tough
And they wanna be hard
Boy talk to this gun
Everyone hates my drip
But they acting like my son
Put them down one by one
Haters gonna hate all night long
Running around like they busting shit
Meanwhile got a water gun
Let’s go Let’s go
Gotta stack my dough
Got to hold my own
When and get that bag
Dropped it all on clothes
Cause you gotta look fresh
When you’re selling out shows
But you ain’t tho bro
Turns out you’re a joke
You can hate all you want
I’ll be fine right on my own
Get your bag up no time to come in last
Numb my pain with cash
Shout out my bro hash
Shhhh...Yeah!
Put em down one by one
Ima about to smoke blunt
First class or the flight don’t run
Don’t worry about me my love
Don’t worry if i’m on these drugs
Cause you’re worrying to much
When you should be catching this nut
Let’s go Let’s go
Gotta stack my dough
Got to hold my own
When and get that bag
Dropped it all on clothes
Cause you gotta look fresh
When you’re selling out shows
But you ain’t tho bro
That’s a big no (No)
Turns out you’re a joke(shit)
You can hate all you want but
Ill be fine on my own
Get your bags now
It’s time for you to leave...