Can't Get Right Lyrics

Yeah
Look
It's Lefty Gunplay, look, what?

Strapped, I’m in the back
Scat Pack with a mini MAC
I jacked him, seven racks
I met her in the trap sellin' crack
Oops, it was 'contin, my bad
Rolling out, Thailand
Do a drive-by in the Lam’
Beat it up, she work at Sam's
Do your dance on my dick off a gram
Masked up, seven chains in the set
Ass up, face down, on the set
Fuck a bitch, I be trippin' 'bout a check
Runnin' up a bag Tuesday to Tuesday
Smash a bad-ass bitch up in Tousse
Think I'm Yatta, I'ma hit it off a D'ussé
Do whatever you say, now we wearin’ Dolce

Why they call you Lefty?
I said I can’t get right
I said I can't get right
Why they call you Lefty?
I can’t get right
Get what? Can't get right
Why they call you Lefty?
I can't get right
I can't get right
Why they call you Lefty?
Oh, what? I can’t get right
Oohwee, oh, what? I can't get right
Why they call you Lefty?

Everybody tellin' me I'm back
Gunplay, this that throwback
Nick, nack, paddy whack, DoorDash
Dope fiends nodding off, Snorlax
Make it rain on a stripper, check the forecast
Lefty Gunplay fresh out the 4, man
Court, man, in the morning
Gunplay, you so boring
Sixty thousand 'round my neck, that shit hit different
10K, thirty minutes
Penn State, state prison
I wanna be a man, I promise I'ma listen

Why they call you Lefty?
I said I can't get right
I said I can't get right
Why they call you Lefty?
I can't get right
Get what? Can't get right
Why they call you Lefty?
I can't get right
I can't get right
Why they call you Lefty?
Oh, what? I can't get right
Oohwee, oh, what? I can't get right
Why they call you Lefty?