Dead Wrong

Uhhhhh
Them decisions that you making
Little nigga, boy you
Uh huhhh
Them decisions that you making
Little nigga, boy you dead wrong
Ha Yeah
Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye

Them decisions that you making
Little nigga, boy you dead wrong
It's just me and my money
Fuck them niggas, we don't get along
Trying to rob me little nigga
Know you dead wrong
She say I'm a fire spitter
They should really call me Jake Long
I don't want that lame head that you give
It's time to head home
Pull up to his crib
I don't ditch after I ding-dong
Words like karma little nigga
Boy they come around
I don't hang with no mark ass nigga
You can ask around

I feel like Naruto, they copying
They just some shadow clones
I can tell you ain't no lick
The way you talking on the phone
I got his location
He Macaulay Culkin, home alone
Bitch I'm flipping chickens
Whip it whip it till it's at the bone
Bitch I'm getting money
Stacking cheese look at this provolone
The beam I got on this gun
Probably hit one of his chromosomes
I can't ride with niggas
All that talking get your cover blown
Green everywhere on me
Got me feeling like a leprechaun
Big 4 5 on me, I'm trying to get it on
MW3 how that bitch tryna give me dome

Them decisions that you making
Little nigga boy you dead wrong
It's just me and my money
Fuck them niggas, we don't get along
Trying rob me little nigga
Know you dead wrong
She say I'm a fire spitter
They should really call me Jake Long
I don't want that lame head that you give
It's time to head home
Pull up to his crib,
I don't ditch after I ding-dong
Words like karma little nigga
Boy they come around
I don't hang with no mark ass nigga
You can ask around



Credits
Writer(s): Malik Mudenda
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