Wrong

[Intro]

Ayy

This is a Dolan Beats production

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

For that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy

He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy

[Chorus]

Ayy, ayy, for that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy

He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy

Give that choppa to my partner, he gon' rain a storm, ayy, ayy, ayy

And we do this snow, sleet, hail, even storm, ayy

Get hit with concrete shells in your dome, ayy

Then off that handout, your damn thot, I hit her wrong

Can’t even stand on my damn block, cops want me gone, ayy

Can't stand me, sit your legs down, or head it home

[Verse 1]

I don't care what no one say, she say that I did her wrong

Don't care what no one think, he think that I did him wrong

Think I did you wrong? You need to hear this song

I ain't do ya wrong, shit, all I'm doing is getting money

I ain't lickin' coochie, I'm lickin' money

Aim at your medulla, you got a pimple bumper

It's me and my tool, so have a simple comment

Like the simply beauty supply, we simply comin'

[Chorus]

Ayy, ayy, for that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy

He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy

Give that choppa to my partner, he gon' rain a storm, ayy, ayy, ayy

And we do this snow, sleet, hail, even storm, ayy

Get hit with concrete shells in your dome, ayy

Then off that handout, your damn thot, I hit her wrong

Can’t even stand on my damn block, cops want me gone, ayy

Can't stand me, sit your legs down, or head it home

[Verse 2]

TEC go ratata, so does rat-tac MAC

I spent the ratatat on a goddamn hat

I ain't even worried, lil foe'nem got it

I ain't even worried, lil foe'nem got me, ayy

I'll have shhhh come through do ya sloppy

Have your bitch shhhh, he like, "She'll slap me"

My shooter name, shhhh, he will catch ya lackin'

That nigga name, "Shhh", we gon' catch him trappin'

Lil Reese, skrrt, skrrt, catch him in traffic

Since I make magic, I think I'm a lucky bastard

Since I was little Keef on the block, it was Jurrasic

You got a pistol? Then nigga blast it

[Chorus]

Ayy, ayy, for that check, ayy, I break her arm, ayy

He ain't talkin' right, ayy, ring alarms, ayy

Give that choppa to my partner, he gon' rain a storm, ayy, ayy, ayy

And we do this snow, sleet, hail, even storm, ayy

Get hit with concrete shells in your dome, ayy

Then off that handout, your damn thot, I hit her wrong

Can’t even stand on my damn block, cops want me gone, ayy

Can't stand me, sit your legs down, or head it home

[Outro]

This is a Dolan Beats production