"Wrong Place, Wrong time" lyrics
Yeah, yeah
I'll wrong place, wrong time a nigga
Put these niggas money under the light, it might be counterfeit
Watered down-ass nigga like we washin' collard greens
Give his hoe a collared shirt, make her do white collar schemes
I dropped out of college, but Jay and Dame ain't sign me
Soon they cap and gown me, seemed like we start robbin'
I can't say I want that nigga free, I don't know if he talkin'
If doggy say he want that smoke with me, I bet I horse him
You see me with that hoe, it's intercourse, yeah, of course, duh
My life is a movie, like Four Brothers, shoot the court up
My lil' bitches gotta have at least Benz's or a Porsche truck
I don't drink no coffee, went to Starbucks for a ice cup
Spin the bin, sign his ass to Vez', leave him iced up
I need every penny that I'm owed like the IRS
Nigga, you better get a fuckin' vest, they got head protectors
Hold on, let me check if this pill real, do the light test
I always got one eye on the money, now I'm Cyclops
I'ma serve him my dog, but I think I got nine lives left
Yeah, you got that wet-wet, but now I need some neck sex
I done flew that P-jet more than a New York Jet
Think I need drug management, I'm the lean commissioner
Take his bitch, he missin' her, gone, milk carton pitcher
Fillin' out these answers, become Akorn representative
M pills gettin' the best of you, boy, look like you got sickle cell
He the type to snitch, can't even stomach sittin' in the cell
Who gon' slip, he donkey, every day we playin' Pin The Tail
Doggy ass ain't fightin' demons, heard that he was gay in jail
Fuck you need my number for? You tryna send me fan mail?
Fuck 12, just give me my wallet, I can post bail
Goddamn, niggas gettin' RICO and they free as hell
They say that we live in hell, I just want the zip in here
Take me to Balenci' store, damn, they got some shit in here
I know it's front, why last, but I gotta end it here
Lil' sis down to ride dirty, she think she Chamillionaire
I don't wear no durag, I don't do 360 deal
Twenty bands gone, wearin' shit that y'all can't even spell
Seven on my back just like Kaep, I'ma take a kneel
Spin a nigga block without no war, that was a lame drill
Once a nigga tell the truth in court, I just can't forgive him
Once a nigga say he talk to 12, I don't hear nothin' else
Grown man ball, break a leg, I ain't breakin' sweat
Green face, brought it just like lean off a turkey bed
Cuddy drinkin' green by the box, call him turtle head
I just bought her Skims by the box, she look up to Kim
We just sippin' glass-Tech red, you was a regular man
Thinkin' 'bout my first ten bands, had no facial hair
Young nigga, I'ma feel endless with my face rare
Angel Reese TikTok, my son got my bitch scared
You can drop me anywhere, a stove and some kitchenware
Box of baking soda, bet I come right back a millionaire
And I kept it lit up for the city, I ain't even been in there
Once these niggas pay, text Caine, but we shitty where
We trippin' steel nigga
Wavy Navy boys, we Can't Be Fucked With
Lucky the Feds on that hot shit with the lyrics, nigga
I'll really say somethin' crazy
But I'm five up off a ten, lil nigga
Look in the mirror, I ain't in it
I'll wrong place, wrong time a nigga
Put these niggas money under the light, it might be counterfeit
Watered down-ass nigga like we washin' collard greens
Give his hoe a collared shirt, make her do white collar schemes
I dropped out of college, but Jay and Dame ain't sign me
Soon they cap and gown me, seemed like we start robbin'
I can't say I want that nigga free, I don't know if he talkin'
If doggy say he want that smoke with me, I bet I horse him
You see me with that hoe, it's intercourse, yeah, of course, duh
My life is a movie, like Four Brothers, shoot the court up
My lil' bitches gotta have at least Benz's or a Porsche truck
I don't drink no coffee, went to Starbucks for a ice cup
Spin the bin, sign his ass to Vez', leave him iced up
I need every penny that I'm owed like the IRS
Nigga, you better get a fuckin' vest, they got head protectors
Hold on, let me check if this pill real, do the light test
I always got one eye on the money, now I'm Cyclops
I'ma serve him my dog, but I think I got nine lives left
Yeah, you got that wet-wet, but now I need some neck sex
I done flew that P-jet more than a New York Jet
Think I need drug management, I'm the lean commissioner
Take his bitch, he missin' her, gone, milk carton pitcher
Fillin' out these answers, become Akorn representative
M pills gettin' the best of you, boy, look like you got sickle cell
He the type to snitch, can't even stomach sittin' in the cell
Who gon' slip, he donkey, every day we playin' Pin The Tail
Doggy ass ain't fightin' demons, heard that he was gay in jail
Fuck you need my number for? You tryna send me fan mail?
Fuck 12, just give me my wallet, I can post bail
Goddamn, niggas gettin' RICO and they free as hell
They say that we live in hell, I just want the zip in here
Take me to Balenci' store, damn, they got some shit in here
I know it's front, why last, but I gotta end it here
Lil' sis down to ride dirty, she think she Chamillionaire
I don't wear no durag, I don't do 360 deal
Twenty bands gone, wearin' shit that y'all can't even spell
Seven on my back just like Kaep, I'ma take a kneel
Spin a nigga block without no war, that was a lame drill
Once a nigga tell the truth in court, I just can't forgive him
Once a nigga say he talk to 12, I don't hear nothin' else
Grown man ball, break a leg, I ain't breakin' sweat
Green face, brought it just like lean off a turkey bed
Cuddy drinkin' green by the box, call him turtle head
I just bought her Skims by the box, she look up to Kim
We just sippin' glass-Tech red, you was a regular man
Thinkin' 'bout my first ten bands, had no facial hair
Young nigga, I'ma feel endless with my face rare
Angel Reese TikTok, my son got my bitch scared
You can drop me anywhere, a stove and some kitchenware
Box of baking soda, bet I come right back a millionaire
And I kept it lit up for the city, I ain't even been in there
Once these niggas pay, text Caine, but we shitty where
We trippin' steel nigga
Wavy Navy boys, we Can't Be Fucked With
Lucky the Feds on that hot shit with the lyrics, nigga
I'll really say somethin' crazy
But I'm five up off a ten, lil nigga
Look in the mirror, I ain't in it
