Discover the poetic beauty in ‘If It Ain’t Right’ by A Boogie wit da Hoodie. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Boogie wit da Hoodie or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
We ain’t fuckin’ shawty if it ain’t right
I was passin’ on it since it came by
You been talkin’ ’bout it, but it can’t fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can’t get by
Long as they gon’ pay me in advance, I’m fine
My lil’ nigga got that 30 in his pants, I’m fine
She told me that she love a trap nigga get fly
Trap up out the bando
You don’t understand tho
I skrt with the Lambo’, I will
There’s thirty bands in my pants tho
I took her up out her short shorts
And f*ck that bitch, commando, I will
Top down, yeah, I got you rolling
Both my bitches in the club, got me focused
Say it to her face, don’t give a f*ck who I offend
I gotta keep it real, but no pretend ’cause shawty
We ain’t fuckin’ shawty if it ain’t right
I was passin’ on it since it came by
You been talkin’ ’bout it, but it can’t fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can’t get by
Long as they gon’ pay me in advance, I’m fine
My lil’ nigga got that 30 in his pants, I’m fine
She told me she love a trap nigga get fly
Yeah
Look at how I dress, I’m fly
I just spent like 30 in Hermès, oh my
I told every girl she was the best, I lied
Tory that’s my nigga, that’s my bro, my guy
But, please stop killing my vibe
Dirty clip so long, it’s hanging off my side
When they hit my nigga V12 up, I cried
Hit ’em in the stomach and he still did not die, yeah
Living real good, yeah, mm
And I’m still good, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I feel good, yeah, yeah
And I’m real good
We ain’t fuckin’ shawty if it ain’t right
I was passin’ on it since it came by
You been talkin’ ’bout it, but it can’t fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can’t get by
Long as they gon’ pay me in advance, I’m fine
My lil’ nigga got that 30 in his pants, I’m fine
She told me she love a trap nigga get fly