Right My Wrongs
Dro spark this bitch up
Smoking on exotic that shit put me in my zone
And my pockets loaded so you know my money long
Had to block the number cause they would not leave me lone
Im just tryna live I don't care if I do wrong
And I love designer fell in love with Vlone
Im fucking on the baddest bitches I do not care bout skin tone
And she say she love my music I'm her ringtone
And I seen yo car and yo engine sound like trombone
Baby I do not do back and forth this ain't ping pong
And if you gone try to say i'm wrong then you can go
And that nigga flow is hella old just like Kangol
And i'm spinning on his block tornado
And I seen you flexing with them bands where they go
And I be popping all these xans so I lay low
Glocky and a f and n give you halo
And I know a mexican a kill you for a bankroll
And i'm mixing wocky with the blueberry Faygo
Im as real as it get no I can't fold
Real as it get i'm ten toes
Im as real as it get try me if you want
i'm as real as it get I put two in his dome
Call me grim reaper cause i'm made out of bones
I was down bad on my dick everybody was gone
And now i'm getting chips can you leave me alone
Can you right my wrongs
Can you right my wrongs
Can you right my wrongs
Can you right my wrongs
Smoking on exotic that shit put me in my zone
And my pockets loaded so you know my money long
Had to block the number cause they would not leave me lone
Im just tryna live I don't care if I do wrong
And I love designer fell in love with Vlone
Im fucking on the baddest bitches I do not care bout skin tone
And she say she love my music I'm her ringtone
And I seen yo car and yo engine sound like trombone
Baby I do not do back and forth this ain't ping pong
And if you gone try to say i'm wrong then you can go
And that nigga flow is hella old just like Kangol
And i'm spinning on his block tornado
And I seen you flexing with them bands where they go
And I be popping all these xans so I lay low
Glocky and a f and n give you halo
And I know a mexican a kill you for a bankroll
And i'm mixing wocky with the blueberry Faygo
Im as real as it get no I can't fold
Real as it get i'm ten toes
Im as real as it get try me if you want
i'm as real as it get I put two in his dome
Call me grim reaper cause i'm made out of bones
I was down bad on my dick everybody was gone
And now i'm getting chips can you leave me alone
Can you right my wrongs
Can you right my wrongs
Can you right my wrongs
Can you right my wrongs
Credits
Writer(s): Amir Trammell
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