Stack hit after hit on each other aye
Wan' catch me i'm turnt in the club with my brother mixed up but don't think it ain't on me
I hope that they know ain't shit sweet like its honey, got couple thousand I need me a hundred (Need me a hundred)
Ones that had claimed that they got one off on me, I hope they know they got lucky (Know they got lucky)
Cross over borders for shopping thats only no fronting and go back to back like its nothing (Like its nothing)
Sub on the net and I love it they don't get no dap if I see you in public (No way)
They corny for thinking shit green like a huggies
Get out the water or get hit the rudder (Hit with the rudder)
Im way too high got my head by the shuttle man Ima stack hit after hit on each other (Hit on a hit)
I got that blood you wont see in no other man I had to boss up run through the jungle
High stepping through shit how I get through the muddy 4L take it all don't know how else to put it (How ima put it)
Go check the stats round this bitch cause we run it
Ill make my mark in this bitch like a bullet (Uh-huh)
Madness been marching its way through the bushes just guard up and cover yo head like a hoodie (Cover yo head)
I got some partners still carry that fully pull up and put work in your face like a bully (Face like a bully)
Yea I come from the trenches the grove
Where you get robbed from head to the toe
You be lucky if you make it home
I got niggas that ain't coming home
When they call me still pick up the phone yea
With my brothers they right or they wrong yea
I get faded start making these song's
All that pain that I went through alone
Niggas tried to get with me put on
Where was you when the lights wasn't on
Bring in packs and same day get em gone yea
I ain't trying to go back to the storm yea
Had to walk in the rain when its pouring
Not too many be there when its
Pouring
Got me blessed that I ain't in a morgue
Lost Melly sip wocky 'til morn yea
I ain't trying to go back to the storm yea
I ain't trying to go back to the storm
High stepping through shit how I get through the muddy 4L take it all don't know how else to put it (How ima put it)
Go check the stats round this bitch cause we run it
Ill make my mark in this bitch like a bullet (Uh-huh)
Madness been marching its way through the bushes just guard up and cover yo head like a hoodie (Cover yo head)
I got some partners still carry that fully pull up and put work in your face like a bully (Face like a bully)
Yea I come from the trenches the grove
Where you get robbed from head to the toe
You be lucky if you make it home
I got niggas that ain't coming home
When they call me still pick up the phone yea
With my brothers they right or they wrong yea
Stack hit after hit on each other
Stack hit after hit on each other
Stack hit after hit on each other
Stack hit after hit on each other
Kye TL - Right or Wrong (feat. 24B00g) Lyrics
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Stack hit after hit on each other aye
Wan' catch me i'm turnt in the club with my brother mixed up but don't think it ain't on me
I hope that they know ain't shit sweet like its honey, got couple thousand I need me a hundred (Need me a hundred)
Ones that had claimed that they got one off on me, I hope they know they got lucky (Know they got lucky)
Cross over borders for shopping thats only no fronting and go back to back like its nothing (Like its nothing)
Sub on the net and I love it they don't get no dap if I see you in public (No way)
They corny for thinking shit green like a huggies
Get out the water or get hit the rudder (Hit with the rudder)
Im way too high got my head by the shuttle man Ima stack hit after hit on each other (Hit on a hit)
I got that blood you wont see in no other man I had to boss up run through the jungle
High stepping through shit how I get through the muddy 4L take it all don't know how else to put it (How ima put it)
Go check the stats round this bitch cause we run it
Ill make my mark in this bitch like a bullet (Uh-huh)
Madness been marching its way through the bushes just guard up and cover yo head like a hoodie (Cover yo head)
I got some partners still carry that fully pull up and put work in your face like a bully (Face like a bully)
Yea I come from the trenches the grove
Where you get robbed from head to the toe
You be lucky if you make it home
I got niggas that ain't coming home
When they call me still pick up the phone yea
With my brothers they right or they wrong yea
I get faded start making these song's
All that pain that I went through alone
Niggas tried to get with me put on
Where was you when the lights wasn't on
Bring in packs and same day get em gone yea
I ain't trying to go back to the storm yea
Had to walk in the rain when its pouring
Not too many be there when its
Pouring
Got me blessed that I ain't in a morgue
Lost Melly sip wocky 'til morn yea
I ain't trying to go back to the storm yea
I ain't trying to go back to the storm
High stepping through shit how I get through the muddy 4L take it all don't know how else to put it (How ima put it)
Go check the stats round this bitch cause we run it
Ill make my mark in this bitch like a bullet (Uh-huh)
Madness been marching its way through the bushes just guard up and cover yo head like a hoodie (Cover yo head)
I got some partners still carry that fully pull up and put work in your face like a bully (Face like a bully)
Yea I come from the trenches the grove
Where you get robbed from head to the toe
You be lucky if you make it home
I got niggas that ain't coming home
When they call me still pick up the phone yea
With my brothers they right or they wrong yea
Stack hit after hit on each other
Stack hit after hit on each other
Stack hit after hit on each other
Stack hit after hit on each other
Wan' catch me i'm turnt in the club with my brother mixed up but don't think it ain't on me
I hope that they know ain't shit sweet like its honey, got couple thousand I need me a hundred (Need me a hundred)
Ones that had claimed that they got one off on me, I hope they know they got lucky (Know they got lucky)
Cross over borders for shopping thats only no fronting and go back to back like its nothing (Like its nothing)
Sub on the net and I love it they don't get no dap if I see you in public (No way)
They corny for thinking shit green like a huggies
Get out the water or get hit the rudder (Hit with the rudder)
Im way too high got my head by the shuttle man Ima stack hit after hit on each other (Hit on a hit)
I got that blood you wont see in no other man I had to boss up run through the jungle
High stepping through shit how I get through the muddy 4L take it all don't know how else to put it (How ima put it)
Go check the stats round this bitch cause we run it
Ill make my mark in this bitch like a bullet (Uh-huh)
Madness been marching its way through the bushes just guard up and cover yo head like a hoodie (Cover yo head)
I got some partners still carry that fully pull up and put work in your face like a bully (Face like a bully)
Yea I come from the trenches the grove
Where you get robbed from head to the toe
You be lucky if you make it home
I got niggas that ain't coming home
When they call me still pick up the phone yea
With my brothers they right or they wrong yea
I get faded start making these song's
All that pain that I went through alone
Niggas tried to get with me put on
Where was you when the lights wasn't on
Bring in packs and same day get em gone yea
I ain't trying to go back to the storm yea
Had to walk in the rain when its pouring
Not too many be there when its
Pouring
Got me blessed that I ain't in a morgue
Lost Melly sip wocky 'til morn yea
I ain't trying to go back to the storm yea
I ain't trying to go back to the storm
High stepping through shit how I get through the muddy 4L take it all don't know how else to put it (How ima put it)
Go check the stats round this bitch cause we run it
Ill make my mark in this bitch like a bullet (Uh-huh)
Madness been marching its way through the bushes just guard up and cover yo head like a hoodie (Cover yo head)
I got some partners still carry that fully pull up and put work in your face like a bully (Face like a bully)
Yea I come from the trenches the grove
Where you get robbed from head to the toe
You be lucky if you make it home
I got niggas that ain't coming home
When they call me still pick up the phone yea
With my brothers they right or they wrong yea
Stack hit after hit on each other
Stack hit after hit on each other
Stack hit after hit on each other
Stack hit after hit on each other
Writer: Kye Lindholm, Kanius Brown
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid