[Intro]
Sosa on the beat
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
My swag can't get right (My swag, n***a)
My shirt don't even match Nikes, n***a
My gun can't get right
See a opp, he gon' strike, he gon' strike
Caught him at the lights, n***a
Shoulda made a left, he can't get right, n***a
He got on tight jeans, it can't fit right, n***a
Guap in my pockets, won't sit right, n***a

[Verse 1]
Ayy, bitch don't even know my name, can't spell that shit right
Bought some pounds, we at your door, ain't mail that shit right
If you're sellin' anything, sell that shit right
N***a played the wrong n***a, that's that n***a life
Come through, up the SIG-K, that's the big pipe
And I shoot it at any n***a that can't get right, I don't like
.40 Mayweather, but we don't fight
On sight, let it spray at him, bitch, it's only right
Get it left, in the left lane, I hop in the right
Almighty Sosa Campaign, I'm what bitches like
And my watch cost money 'cause I spend it anytime
Bought a gun for a thousand, shoot a hunnid anytime, can't get right, n***a (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, n***a)
[Chorus]
My swag can't get right
My shirt don't even match Nikes, n***a
My gun can't get right
See a opp, he gon' strike, he gon' strike
Caught him at the lights, n***a
Shoulda made a left, can't get it right, n***a
He got on tight jeans, can't fit it right, n***a
Guap in my pockets, won't sit right, n***a (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 2]
Pull up in that can't get it right
That's the shit hoes can't get it right, ayy
My watch bling, can't get it right, ayy
Look at the bitch, look like a big light, ayy
Still smokin' Tooka, can't get it right, ayy
I still'a tote my Ruger, can't get it right, ayy
I still'a fucking shoot ya, can't get right
When I aim, you know I won't miss, right?
Talkin' left out his mouth, we shoot his shit right
I ain't got no time to waste, I do this shit right
And my gun a Glock, so my toolie is the light
I call him, "Mr. Get Rifle", can't get right
My Trues still saggin', buddha can't get right
Ain't no guap in my pants then I can't sit right
Ain't no Glock in my pants, can't fuck your bitch right
At the light, in the traffic then my junk go ring ring (Ayy, nah, bang, bang)
[Chorus]
My swag can't get right
My shirt don't even match Nikes, n***a
My gun can't get right
See a opp, he gon' strike, he gon' strike
Caught him at the lights, n***a
Shoulda made a left, he can't get right, n***a
He got on tight jeans, it can't fit right, n***a
Guap in my pockets, won't sit right, n***a