Wrong Move (feat. Trippie Redd)
Wrong move, that'll get you spilled (I'm shy, oh my God)
Wrong move, that'll get you killed (get 'em killed)
Quick draw, bitch, I'm comin' off of the hip
Hellcat, wide body, pull up, let it rip
Hit up the store, we lit
I'm finna roll me a blunt, I'm finna pour me a crush
I got the pole in the cut
Nigga, I die by this shit
Rob outside by this shit
If I up the fire in this bitch, best believe someone gon' die in this bitch
Nigga gon' die in this bitch (die), playin' with YL, I'm slimy as it gets
Nigga gon' die in this bitch (die)
They got sticks with dope at night, it go, "Slide," bitch
Hop out on 'em broad day, all in traffic
Plate, you get smashed bitch
Sippin' double cup full of lean
I just stuffed a 50 in my jeans
Clip long like a limousine
Put it on her face, lady look like Maybelline
I'ma check the seam
Pop out with the Drac' and check the scene
Glocky got a beam, sticks in the Maybach
I'ma clear the scene, back-to-back Hellcats tearin' up the streets
Poppin' out like grease
Yeah, I'm poppin' all they seats
Big bro still knockin' down them trees
Big racks, I'm coutin' all this cheese
You ain't really from the mud for real, you ain't never ever had to bleed
Here I go rockin' Fear of God, but I don't fear nobody but me
Here I go rockin' Rick Owens with the Plain Jane Rolie (yeah)
Baby, I'm from another planet like a damn space odyssey
Diamonds water like the sea
Stand on business with the B's (B)
Too dope for the fiends
Niggas be too broke to me (ha), niggas act too close to me (me)
Don't give two fucks, pourin' up two cups of the goddamn lean
What the fuck you wan' do? What the fuck you gon' do? Yeah
Bro'nem got the blick, don't make the wrong move
Wrong move, that'll get you spilled (I'm shy, oh my God)
Wrong move, that'll get you killed (get 'em killed)
Quick draw, bitch, I'm comin' off of the hip
Hellcat, wide body, pull up, let it rip
Lot of these niggas, they just be up in the way
Come up to my city, young nigga slang K
Got a bad Spanish bitch and she fuck me andale
We got naked sticks, pull up, why this shit look like the bass?
Hit up the store, we lit
I'm finna roll me a blunt, I'm finna pour me a crush
I got the pole in the cut
Sippin' double cup full of lean
I just stuffed a 50 in my jeans
Clip long like a limousine
Put it on her face, lady look like Maybelline
Fuck you mean? Bitch, I'm from the trenches, we put racks on our sleeve
Got a shooter with me like 2K, it go green
Chopstick same fuckin' height, Yao Ming
Perc' on my ass right now, can't breathe
Wrong move, that'll get you killed (get 'em killed)
Quick draw, bitch, I'm comin' off of the hip
Hellcat, wide body, pull up, let it rip
Hit up the store, we lit
I'm finna roll me a blunt, I'm finna pour me a crush
I got the pole in the cut
Nigga, I die by this shit
Rob outside by this shit
If I up the fire in this bitch, best believe someone gon' die in this bitch
Nigga gon' die in this bitch (die), playin' with YL, I'm slimy as it gets
Nigga gon' die in this bitch (die)
They got sticks with dope at night, it go, "Slide," bitch
Hop out on 'em broad day, all in traffic
Plate, you get smashed bitch
Sippin' double cup full of lean
I just stuffed a 50 in my jeans
Clip long like a limousine
Put it on her face, lady look like Maybelline
I'ma check the seam
Pop out with the Drac' and check the scene
Glocky got a beam, sticks in the Maybach
I'ma clear the scene, back-to-back Hellcats tearin' up the streets
Poppin' out like grease
Yeah, I'm poppin' all they seats
Big bro still knockin' down them trees
Big racks, I'm coutin' all this cheese
You ain't really from the mud for real, you ain't never ever had to bleed
Here I go rockin' Fear of God, but I don't fear nobody but me
Here I go rockin' Rick Owens with the Plain Jane Rolie (yeah)
Baby, I'm from another planet like a damn space odyssey
Diamonds water like the sea
Stand on business with the B's (B)
Too dope for the fiends
Niggas be too broke to me (ha), niggas act too close to me (me)
Don't give two fucks, pourin' up two cups of the goddamn lean
What the fuck you wan' do? What the fuck you gon' do? Yeah
Bro'nem got the blick, don't make the wrong move
Wrong move, that'll get you spilled (I'm shy, oh my God)
Wrong move, that'll get you killed (get 'em killed)
Quick draw, bitch, I'm comin' off of the hip
Hellcat, wide body, pull up, let it rip
Lot of these niggas, they just be up in the way
Come up to my city, young nigga slang K
Got a bad Spanish bitch and she fuck me andale
We got naked sticks, pull up, why this shit look like the bass?
Hit up the store, we lit
I'm finna roll me a blunt, I'm finna pour me a crush
I got the pole in the cut
Sippin' double cup full of lean
I just stuffed a 50 in my jeans
Clip long like a limousine
Put it on her face, lady look like Maybelline
Fuck you mean? Bitch, I'm from the trenches, we put racks on our sleeve
Got a shooter with me like 2K, it go green
Chopstick same fuckin' height, Yao Ming
Perc' on my ass right now, can't breathe
Credits
Writer(s): Nigel Gerald Fullenwinder, Andreas Cristian Matura, Michael Lamar White Ii, Adisson Graham Rineer
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