Right on by Cale Charles Lyrics

Quote from the song “Right on” by Cale Charles

This for Ma to say the least, this for I can't pay my lease
Fa my partners Dodgin coppers, trynna drop us in these streets
Trynna lock us in these bleaks. Trynna stop our climb, our reach
This for that Alabama heat. This here for Doe B., RIP
This for my mama'nem
Daddy, sister, aunties, uncles, cousins, brothers all of them
In a Caddy with the blunt. We hover. Living life above the rim
Middle finger to the government
This for my niggas making moves. they hated you when you wasn't shit
Say you ain't shit. I'm the shit. I might just empty the clip
Not a piece. That's a bad yellow bitch up on my hip
She kind of mad, she a freak, and I ain't hit it since we met
Wanna smash. I just pass. That just make her wanna see
How bad? Real bad. So bad, She call Patrice
I get passed, I ain't mad, when I get back, they'll make it 3

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Right on”

• Featuring: Souf Mayne
• Produced: Donato (DEU)
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Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Right on” Released in 2017

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[Verse 1: Cale Charles]

This for Ma to say the least, this for I can't pay my lease
Fa my partners Dodgin coppers, trynna drop us in these streets
Trynna lock us in these bleaks. Trynna stop our climb, our reach
This for that Alabama heat. This here for Doe B., RIP
This for my mama'nem
Daddy, sister, aunties, uncles, cousins, brothers all of them
In a Caddy with the blunt. We hover. Living life above the rim
Middle finger to the government
This for my niggas making moves. they hated you when you wasn't shit
Say you ain't shit. I'm the shit. I might just empty the clip
Not a piece. That's a bad yellow bitch up on my hip
She kind of mad, she a freak, and I ain't hit it since we met
Wanna smash. I just pass. That just make her wanna see
How bad? Real bad. So bad, She call Patrice
I get passed, I ain't mad, when I get back, they'll make it 3

[Chorus]

I don't need a genie in a bottle
Just these dreams here and a dollar
When they see me, wanna follow, right on
I need my cheese now
Pronto, so I speed, full throttle
Hate to leave you, but I gotta ride on
Ride on! Right on!
Ride on! Right on!
Ride on! Right on!
Ride on! Right on!

[Verse 2: Souf Mayne]

Nigga say he got the game, say he got the juice
But, that nigga ain't shit if he ain't got no proof
See, Imma get this money, cuz that's all I do
My whole team winning cuz we still true
Now, focus, boy. Imma take you to school
Real niggas only make playa moves, that's rule number 1
Number 2, it's obvious you need a gun
Cuz niggas dying over tail lights, I hope I'm not that nigga
Imma have to pull first, hit or miss
Lord let me spit this verse, make amends
Poor some Henn for my niggas gone
And, I'm just trynna ride on
Old school with the top back, and, you know it's on chrome
And, you know I'm posted, you can hit me on the house phone
Money coming in, bruh. I don't need no house alarm
Tweaking in the living room, she on that homegrown
Got bitches in the studio
So, when we done, we ride on

[Chorus]

I don't need a genie in a bottle
Just these dreams here and a dollar
When they see me, wanna follow, right on
I need my cheese now
Pronto, so I speed, full throttle
Hate to leave you, but I gotta ride on
Ride on! Right on!
Ride on! Right on!
Ride on! Right on!
Ride on! Right on!
I don't need a genie in a bottle
Just these dreams here and a dollar
When they see me, wanna follow, right on
I need my cheese now
Pronto, so I speed, full throttle
Hate to leave you, but I gotta ride on
Ride on! Right on!
Ride on! Right on!
Ride on! Right on!
Ride on! Right on!