[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
You damn right we poppin soda
You damn right we fucking hoes
You damn right we rolling up
You damn right we got the [?]
Damn right
You haters [?]
[?] run it up
Damn right [?]
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
Yeah
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right about us

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Swagger go dumb, just like E-40
Gucci on the way, slide cost me 340
I got these haters on sSHH, like the library
And I ain't tryna fuck, if your legs hairy
I'm a Zone 3 player, yeah, you damn right
Fuck catching feelings, I'd rather catch a private flight
These [?] got jokes, like they made for comity
But honestly, all my bitches black and yellow bumble bees
S.R.T. [?] that shit
P [?] jeans
Can't tell me shit, I'm doing my thing
Time to run it up, if you know what I mean
Lame ass hoes [?] out my face
Lame ass hoes [?] out my face
Damn right, n***a, we up, we stunting
Damn right n***a, we smoking [?]
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
You damn right we poppin soda
You damn right we fucking hoes
You damn right we rolling up
You damn right we got the [?]
Damn right
You haters [?]
[?] run it up
Damn right [?]
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
Yeah
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right about us

[Verse 2: Strap]
Damn right, damn right
We gon' ball all night
I'm a Zone 6 player, tell them n***as get right
Louis V on my feet, so you know I'm walking right
Look at the ice on my neck, now it sparkle like a light
N***a, I'm head honcho
Ball like Rondo
Take them hoes to the condo
Ain't no need for no convo
Fuckk hoes, pop more
That's the life that I live
Travi, Guapo
[?] real
[Verse 3: Ali]
Damn right, we fucking hoes, damn right, we do this every night
Go to sleep, by 5:00, early morning, catch a flight
Had to get a new bitch, 'cause my old one wasn't acting right
And every night we going out, no telling where we at tonight
My condo [?]
I know it isn't fair
I never comb my hair
I'm an eastside player
I smack her on the reer
Put that pimpin in her ear
And yeah, she coming with me
'Cause we balling over here

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
You damn right we poppin soda
You damn right we fucking hoes
You damn right we rolling up
You damn right we got the [?]
Damn right
You haters [?]
[?] run it up
Damn right [?]
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
Yeah
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right about us
[Verse 4: Quez]
When we hit the club, we standing on the sofa, damn right
When we ball, man, we ball like we posed to, damn right
Man, we sipping on this Rosay, damn right
If you light a blunt, better pass it this way, damn right
And best believe we gon' shine like a lightbulb, igga
Best believe we gon' grind like a skateboard, n***a
And with me, best believe you gon' pay for a n***a
And them goons on my team, like they play for a n***a

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
You damn right we poppin soda
You damn right we fucking hoes
You damn right we rolling up
You damn right we got the [?]
Damn right
You haters [?]
[?] run it up
Damn right [?]
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
Yeah
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right
You damn right about us