Am I Wrong? Lyrics by BabyChiefDoit
One by one we takin’ em off
Keep on spendin’ till all of em dry
Give dog to the bulls and he gettin’ em off
It’s free China from outta that box
Come around me with Drew, he takin’ it off
That nigga outta stay home cause he know he don’t get that shit up
Then his ass getting popped
She shoulda knew she was losing a spot
As soon as she told me she don’t eat cock
Nigga, I’m baby chef through it
So instead of cookin’ with Kaya, I’m cookin’ with Files
Whip on the pop with the stick on the block
I’m in the kitchen with bitches above
All of my head tryna give me a shot
I saw that bitch, she was gettin’ me hot
She got some big ass glasses on
It’s throwin’ me off, she look like vine
Really don’t get no fuck who you is
I’m cutting you off, you ain’t knowin’ what I’m on
Ever seen a nigga get hit?
So damn hard that his ass got sent to the sun
She said that her favorite song was rollin’
Fuck that old ass on me
That’s not even supportin’ me
Somebody tell me if I’m wrong
Uh, somebody tell me if I’m wrong
Uh, okay, somebody tell me if I’m wrong
Uh, uh, somebody tell me if I’m wrong
Somebody tell me if I’m wrong
Slap, I like switches
I’m not talking about guns, I’m talking about the B-switch
That bitch get wetter than water
Jumped in the cat and it made me see shit
I jumped off the cop missing like a bitch
Need glasses I couldn’t see shit
Blood told me it candy in the spot
I thought he was talking about Reese
I drink lean while I rap
Letting the bad bitch rub my back
Spitting the box while swinging my gas
If niggas say it smoke it tax
Wanna come over, can’t get Marlo
If she wanna get fucked, gotta come to the trap
Brand new guns, brand new options for niggas get caught
That’s a brand new pack
I’ll come teach you a lesson
I shouldn’t have booked this short ass session
Who the fuck you mean he ran?
You could have chased him, better go catch him
She like toes, the bitch got a fetish
I like toes, the badder the better
I can’t keep shit peed, the bitch blocked me out
I’ma fuck around saying the letter
I almost just post this bitch, no lie
And I just met her
I almost put the paws on dogs
That nigga damn near spilled a lead on my sweater
That bitch better appreciate me
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m a motherfuckin’ treasure
That nigga told me to pop outside without no gun
It sound like a setup
It sound like a setup
And I don’t need to bother, nigga
I don’t need to bother, nigga
I’m poppy, nigga
I’m probably bother, nigga
I don’t even give a fuck about nothing
I already come out and shot a nigga
I ain’t gon’ lie
My friend in this bitch, he shot a nigga
Like what?