Am I Wrong?

[Intro: Meek Mill] Gang Drip, drip, drip, drip [Verse 1: Meek Mill] She a lil' pretty bitch (Real pretty) I keep her in Chanel and Louie, no Fendi shit (Chanel and Louie) I met her in Philly, she said she from Brooklyn, we know that I'm drilling it I got that shit on me, know that I'm feeling it (Know that I'm feeling, yeah) Big ass truck, I'm wheeling it (Skkr, skkr) They say it's up, like what? Well fuck, then it's stuck [?] she wanna fuck me 'cause I come with benefits I wanna fuck 'cause I wanna finish it (I wanna finish) Get over here (Get over here) I cannot [?], that shit in a [?] Compact Glock with a thirty shot minimum Niggas tryna pop, we kill all ten of 'em (Kill all ten of 'em) Get over here (Get over here) This shit serial, get hit in your head My young nigga, he right out the feds I had to give him some bread Shawty so sexy, I fucked in the phantom before he get to bed Get in my bag when I'm off that drank, I had to put down the red Niggas get killed by speaking on me, so he shouldn't have said what he said He know what I'm on, you already know what I'm on You already know what I'm on, know what I'm doing I'm liking her pictures, I'm up in her DM, she came to the penthouse at four in the morn' Left in a Uber and came on a [?], got you looking all stupid like "what was you doing?" She wanna rock that Chanel on a weekday and fly on a PJ, I'm putting her on (No cap, yeah) [Chorus: Meek Mill] Am I wrong for tryna put a box in my new wraith? And am I wrong? Got a bad bitch on a bad bitch, going two way 'Cause she be off the molly, she ain't feeling no wrong Head all [?] with the gang today She been outside, she ain't really tryna go back home Love her, that [?] baddie gon' do what I say [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Am I wrong? 'Cause [?] that switch, it's gonna kill (Yeah) Now am I wrong? Fuck all that, I might go pop this pill (Yeah, woah) Boy just pulled up and he just came off a drill, [?] Bad bitch on me, she tryna just fuck me, yeah, 'cause I am successful I told my bitch she can do what she want, yeah, I don't care if I let you I know you be with some niggas in the A, I don't even care if they text you I don't say too much, put one hundred thousand in my grill I can't die, my life [?] motherfucker will Pockets buff, don't got no low numbers, bitch, I got bills Get it, bitch tryna fuck and she just tryna fuck for the high (Nah) I'm tryna fuck for the low She tryna go out to dinner, I pulled up a Lamb' She tryna fuck on the goat She looked at me, wow Water on me like the sham, like I just jumped off a boat She said she don't sing, made her hit the high note [Chorus: Meek Mill] Am I wrong for tryna put a box in my new wraith? And am I wrong? Got a bad bitch on a bad bitch, going two way 'Cause she be off the molly, she ain't feeling no wrong Head all [?] with the gang today She been outside, she ain't really tryna go back home Love her, that [?] baddie gon' do what I say