Dead Wrong
I don't live right, but I'm never dead wrong
This a fist fight, why you got your guns drawn
Got a Muslim bitch and her pussy is the bomb
Call of Duty clip, you can see the way we spawn
I don't live right, but I'm never dead wrong
This a fist fight, why you got your guns drawn
Got a Muslim bitch and her pussy is the bomb
Call of Duty clip, you can see the way we spawn
I just do the dash for the cash
Weed stay stinky, that Mary need a bath
Pockets stay fat, I think those bitches need veggies
Making money, not sense, not pennies
Lemme drop a bomb in this bitch
Balling on these niggas like LeBron in this bitch
Yeah these niggas pussy, they like Tom in this bitch
Yeah these niggas hating, uncle Toms in this bitch
I remember when I used to walk with passion
Now I'm counting money, man I really walk in mansions
Now I'm spending money on these bitches and these taverns
The fame don't mean shit, watch on me it's seasick
I didn't have a girl but I still drank lean so I can't really blame it on another bitch
I had money but I still drank purp so I can't really blame it on getting rich
I don't live right, but I'm never dead wrong
This a fist fight, why you got your guns drawn
Got a Muslim bitch and her pussy is the bomb
Call of Duty clip, you can see the way we spawn
I don't live right, but I'm never dead wrong
This a fist fight, why you got your guns drawn
Got a Muslim bitch and her pussy is the bomb
Call of Duty clip, you can see the way we spawn
You can see the way, the way we getting paid
The way we getting laid, do that shit all day
Run up on your yard, all you see is gray
Wit my dogs in that yard, boy them bitches stray
Man these niggas gay
They can't see straight
That's why I always smoke these niggas like an ashtray
That bitch was sitting on my lap, I gotta pass bae
They see I'm hotter than a cup of tea in a café
Do the math Bae, I am rich you are broke
Do the sad face, life is really sticks and stone
Like a drag race, swerving near that bitch's home
Wit that mad pace, might not even make it home
I might not even make it home
I might not even make it home
Yeah
This a fist fight, why you got your guns drawn
Got a Muslim bitch and her pussy is the bomb
Call of Duty clip, you can see the way we spawn
I don't live right, but I'm never dead wrong
This a fist fight, why you got your guns drawn
Got a Muslim bitch and her pussy is the bomb
Call of Duty clip, you can see the way we spawn
I just do the dash for the cash
Weed stay stinky, that Mary need a bath
Pockets stay fat, I think those bitches need veggies
Making money, not sense, not pennies
Lemme drop a bomb in this bitch
Balling on these niggas like LeBron in this bitch
Yeah these niggas pussy, they like Tom in this bitch
Yeah these niggas hating, uncle Toms in this bitch
I remember when I used to walk with passion
Now I'm counting money, man I really walk in mansions
Now I'm spending money on these bitches and these taverns
The fame don't mean shit, watch on me it's seasick
I didn't have a girl but I still drank lean so I can't really blame it on another bitch
I had money but I still drank purp so I can't really blame it on getting rich
I don't live right, but I'm never dead wrong
This a fist fight, why you got your guns drawn
Got a Muslim bitch and her pussy is the bomb
Call of Duty clip, you can see the way we spawn
I don't live right, but I'm never dead wrong
This a fist fight, why you got your guns drawn
Got a Muslim bitch and her pussy is the bomb
Call of Duty clip, you can see the way we spawn
You can see the way, the way we getting paid
The way we getting laid, do that shit all day
Run up on your yard, all you see is gray
Wit my dogs in that yard, boy them bitches stray
Man these niggas gay
They can't see straight
That's why I always smoke these niggas like an ashtray
That bitch was sitting on my lap, I gotta pass bae
They see I'm hotter than a cup of tea in a café
Do the math Bae, I am rich you are broke
Do the sad face, life is really sticks and stone
Like a drag race, swerving near that bitch's home
Wit that mad pace, might not even make it home
I might not even make it home
I might not even make it home
Yeah
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Writer(s): Karabo Lentoro
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