Dizzy Wright ft. G Perico - Choosin Lyrics

Yeah, to the right
To the right with the blunt like it's Mr. Pen

Sunny on the east side (when I woke up)
Walked out fresh looked clean (hell yeah)
I went for a ride (damn right)
Drop my top for the breeze (doin' me finna)
Smoke me weed on the freeway (calm down)
Bitch please I ain't got time (told her)
But if you want to jump inside, baby don't lie, put on your choosing shoes

Yeah you bitch you, ooh
Game colder than a igloo
The new fresh prince hitting Will Smith moves
Would've hit the NBA if I had hit 6'2 (hell yeah)
A nigga never hit it but I made hits
Wasn't mixed down so I made an everyday list
Grind hard my nigga don't stop
Can't and I won't like these braids don't lock
Time to level up star boys like The Weeknd
Late night with a bag she can reach in
Iron out all my problems she gon' put the crease in
We don't sleep in we just dive off the deep end
By twenty-five I was tryna grow and plant seeds
Turning twenty-five grams into twenty-five G's
Hate I got another nigga bitch choosing me
But she sucking like she a blew a 25-point lead

When I left it was sunny on the east side (when I woke up)
Walked out fresh looked clean (hell yeah)
I went for a ride (damn right)
Drop my top for the breeze (doin' me finna)
Smoke me weed on the freeway (calm down)
Bitch please I ain't got time (told her)
But if you want to jump inside, baby don't lie, put on your choosing shoes

Ah, put on your shoes let's go you bitch
Ain't no time to waste we got to get digits
105 from the east side Long Beach boulevard
Hoes get to running when they see my car
Just tryna get my attention you ain't in pocket
Go ahead and throw the cash in my car and keep walking
Perico the rapper is what they saying
They worried about these niggas as long as I got a bitch paying
The Lord of land, let's go get it
Hopping on delta jet blue whatever for the mission
Worldwide crossing countries it don't matter how it happen
Long as the bitch got the money
We celebrate all the time smoking Dizzy
Gangster niggas getting high like hippies
Burning grams down on the freeway
Slow down for the next stop we gon' exit on the B way

Sunny on the east side (when I woke up)
Walked out fresh looked clean (hell yeah)
I went for a ride (damn right)
Drop my top for the breeze (doin' me finna)
Smoke me weed on the freeway (calm down)
Bitch please I ain't got time (told her)
But if you want to jump inside, baby don't lie, put on your choosing shoes

I'm just saying though bitch
From the gate I'm a let you know though
It wasn't against the rules to choose man
That's apart of this shit
It's called upgrading hoe yeah
Make your next one your best one around this motherfucker man
Talking about worldwide international pimping man on a bitch
Now go get it hoe
Thatta way

Aye man I'm back man what's happening man?
Aye what's happening man I see you over there doggy
Oh yeah come on man
Aye look aye the plants look good dog
Aye on everything (keep it running man) aye on everything I see you bro
Good looking man, I hit G I told him to send the shit to you
Yeah man I talked to that nigga so we good man, I'm getting them files, we locked in
Ey you, when, w-what day you get back from Tampa?
The 11th, I come back the 11th
I'm 'bout to try to come out there bro
Come out bro you know I got the spot man, you know nigga I got the shit nigga brewing nigga what's up
Come on man, I ain't tryna come out their and you got to leave nigga that's all
Nah on everything I'm in the Red Room right now with Reezy nigga, cooking up
Alright for sure yeah I'mma be out their when you get back bro
Alright brodie
Alright bro
Peace