"Wrong One" lyrics
Lord knows they shouldn't have played they got the wrong one
Turn my phone off in the G-Ride, I'm tryna burn one
The bitch said she want Bottega boots, she gotta earn them
I was on tour for 30 days
Kill for good like Lucas Cage
We was broke when they did the raid
3 years in your shit could change
I can feel when shit get strange
Karma better pull up with that thang
Whole Moncler fit it ain't even rain
Couldn't get back man this shit feel lame
Nigga gon die if he touch my chain
Glock with a 30 make a fuck nigga sing, yeah
I'm taking it down however it came
The bigger they are, you can finish the saying
Fuck me good just for one night, good with me if that's yo plan
Ask about when shooters pulled up on they block and they had ran
Ain't get a chance to up it, imma buss it that bitch in my hand
I got racks off in my pants
Critics don't know who I am
I had started years ago they just now catching to my sound
If I ain't myself I'm out the mix, I run it up then come around
Give a fuck, I touch a couple hundred thousand I'll be proud
I was broke looking for myself I should've checked the lost and found
Know I'm dying bout my respect when shit was up I got it down
I can tell the weakest in the room by talking, he is loud
I am not the one to play with told that bitch go get her child
Lord knows they shouldn't have played they got the wrong one
Turn my phone off in the G-Ride, I'm tryna burn one
The bitch said she want Bottega boots, she gotta earn them
I was on tour for 30 days
Kill for good like Lucas Cage
We was broke when they did the raid
3 years in yo shit could change
I can feel when shit get strange
Karma better pull up with that thang
Whole Moncler fit it ain't even rain
Couldn't get back man this shit feel lame
Nigga gon die if he touch my chain
Glock with a 30 make a fuck nigga sing, yeah
Turn my phone off in the G-Ride, I'm tryna burn one
The bitch said she want Bottega boots, she gotta earn them
I was on tour for 30 days
Kill for good like Lucas Cage
We was broke when they did the raid
3 years in your shit could change
I can feel when shit get strange
Karma better pull up with that thang
Whole Moncler fit it ain't even rain
Couldn't get back man this shit feel lame
Nigga gon die if he touch my chain
Glock with a 30 make a fuck nigga sing, yeah
I'm taking it down however it came
The bigger they are, you can finish the saying
Fuck me good just for one night, good with me if that's yo plan
Ask about when shooters pulled up on they block and they had ran
Ain't get a chance to up it, imma buss it that bitch in my hand
I got racks off in my pants
Critics don't know who I am
I had started years ago they just now catching to my sound
If I ain't myself I'm out the mix, I run it up then come around
Give a fuck, I touch a couple hundred thousand I'll be proud
I was broke looking for myself I should've checked the lost and found
Know I'm dying bout my respect when shit was up I got it down
I can tell the weakest in the room by talking, he is loud
I am not the one to play with told that bitch go get her child
Lord knows they shouldn't have played they got the wrong one
Turn my phone off in the G-Ride, I'm tryna burn one
The bitch said she want Bottega boots, she gotta earn them
I was on tour for 30 days
Kill for good like Lucas Cage
We was broke when they did the raid
3 years in yo shit could change
I can feel when shit get strange
Karma better pull up with that thang
Whole Moncler fit it ain't even rain
Couldn't get back man this shit feel lame
Nigga gon die if he touch my chain
Glock with a 30 make a fuck nigga sing, yeah
