"Am I Wrong" lyrics
Starlito & Bandplay Lyrics
Reporting live from out East
We're on location here at the Gambling House
This nigga done lost all his goddamn money
And he got that look in his eyes like he wanna try somethin'
I just wanna say he got the wrong idea
Lito
All my nigga strapped up with the shit and down for whatever
Lookin' for a lick, you gon' get found where we left ya
If a nigga try, get a F minus for effort
I ain't got no skates, we sellin' zips, but I can eye you a seven
One-stop shop, whatever they buyin', I'm selling
This shit smoking, that's what I'm tryin' to tell ya
Just keep your plugs from around us, might get you load intercepted
My little nigga gon' throw it up, let you know what they're reppin'
I bet him ten or four, and he keep throwin' eleven
Got a whole box full of baby bottles, we pourin' up measuring
I know my haters be sick, 'cause we havin' motion excessive
I hit the club, nigga mugging 'cause ain't no hoes in their section
My young thing tryna pull up, I don't know, she messy
Just called my phone with her bestie, I might let both of them catch it
I'm tryna get me some money, that's right, I'm open to suggestion
This 'bout the tenth time this week that I been told I'm a legend
Lito
This shit really goin' on, I'm puttin' that shit on
I'm makin' all this profit if I pop it, am I wrong?
Ain't naan nigga gon' stop it, we got choppers, am I wrong?
Lookin' like I got it, that's why these thots won't leave me 'lone
This shit really goin' on, I'm puttin' that shit on
I'm makin' all this profit if I pop it, am I wrong?
Ain't naan nigga gon' stop it, we got choppers, am I wrong?
Man, you ain't even tryna shop, you runnin' me hot, get off my phone
And you ain't got enough, I ain't tryna hop on none of your songs
All that loud talk about your opps, why they ain't gone?
I'm havin' it is true fool, I'm rappin' just to move smooth
Ain't trappin' like I used to, they tappin' nigga's Bluetooth
Cameras in the glasses, all these rats, I don't know who's who
Plus everybody know me, man, that have a nigga too spooked
I need a flathead or a Phillips 'cause I really got some loose screws
Rapper/dealer, run with killers, but I'ma shoot too
That's my last name
I was real before the cash came
I got off tour, I ain't even go home, I hit the crap game
Go where I want
Look, am I wrong?
Where nigga that rap can't
Yeah, you be in the hood, but we don't never see you at the bank
This shit really goin' on, I'm puttin' that shit on
I'm makin' all this profit if I pop it, am I wrong?
Ain't naan nigga gon' stop it, we got choppers, am I wrong?
Lookin' like I got it, that's why these thots won't leave me 'lone
This shit really goin' on, I'm puttin' that shit on
I'm makin' all this profit if I pop it, am I wrong?
Ain't naan nigga gon' stop it, we got choppers, am I wrong?
Man, you ain't even tryna shop, you runnin' me hot, get off my phone
We're on location here at the Gambling House
This nigga done lost all his goddamn money
And he got that look in his eyes like he wanna try somethin'
I just wanna say he got the wrong idea
Lito
All my nigga strapped up with the shit and down for whatever
Lookin' for a lick, you gon' get found where we left ya
If a nigga try, get a F minus for effort
I ain't got no skates, we sellin' zips, but I can eye you a seven
One-stop shop, whatever they buyin', I'm selling
This shit smoking, that's what I'm tryin' to tell ya
Just keep your plugs from around us, might get you load intercepted
My little nigga gon' throw it up, let you know what they're reppin'
I bet him ten or four, and he keep throwin' eleven
Got a whole box full of baby bottles, we pourin' up measuring
I know my haters be sick, 'cause we havin' motion excessive
I hit the club, nigga mugging 'cause ain't no hoes in their section
My young thing tryna pull up, I don't know, she messy
Just called my phone with her bestie, I might let both of them catch it
I'm tryna get me some money, that's right, I'm open to suggestion
This 'bout the tenth time this week that I been told I'm a legend
Lito
This shit really goin' on, I'm puttin' that shit on
I'm makin' all this profit if I pop it, am I wrong?
Ain't naan nigga gon' stop it, we got choppers, am I wrong?
Lookin' like I got it, that's why these thots won't leave me 'lone
This shit really goin' on, I'm puttin' that shit on
I'm makin' all this profit if I pop it, am I wrong?
Ain't naan nigga gon' stop it, we got choppers, am I wrong?
Man, you ain't even tryna shop, you runnin' me hot, get off my phone
And you ain't got enough, I ain't tryna hop on none of your songs
All that loud talk about your opps, why they ain't gone?
I'm havin' it is true fool, I'm rappin' just to move smooth
Ain't trappin' like I used to, they tappin' nigga's Bluetooth
Cameras in the glasses, all these rats, I don't know who's who
Plus everybody know me, man, that have a nigga too spooked
I need a flathead or a Phillips 'cause I really got some loose screws
Rapper/dealer, run with killers, but I'ma shoot too
That's my last name
I was real before the cash came
I got off tour, I ain't even go home, I hit the crap game
Go where I want
Look, am I wrong?
Where nigga that rap can't
Yeah, you be in the hood, but we don't never see you at the bank
This shit really goin' on, I'm puttin' that shit on
I'm makin' all this profit if I pop it, am I wrong?
Ain't naan nigga gon' stop it, we got choppers, am I wrong?
Lookin' like I got it, that's why these thots won't leave me 'lone
This shit really goin' on, I'm puttin' that shit on
I'm makin' all this profit if I pop it, am I wrong?
Ain't naan nigga gon' stop it, we got choppers, am I wrong?
Man, you ain't even tryna shop, you runnin' me hot, get off my phone
