Dead Wrong
(专辑: FOREVER FIGUEROA 2 - 2022)
(LiqLiq play that fire) (Yeah Pavé go ahead) All my opps call me daddy, put em' in the
dirt because they grounded All of my hoes say they love me but they don't, just around me All these niggas say they gang but they stab you in the
back I
could have that nigga dropped right now but so much guap get him whacked Fucking with Cougars and Cheetahs, fucking with Tigers and Lions Turn my lil' hoe to a
Zebra she got her stripes from fire You niggas ain't got no ambition, you eager but just be lying Most these niggas informants, most these niggas got wires She could be pretty and bad but if she broke, red flag Bitches be always mad, blame it all on they dad I'ma back stab my damn self but I
still get that bag Baby got daddy issues, always calling me daddy Throwing it back, making it clap, I
got that bitch in a
wrap She hit a
lick for me and she make that .45 clap She do a
whole lotta' things but I
love how she count She do a
whole lotta' things but don't ignore me bitch or you kicked out All of my boys be running the
streets, road running to your city Nigga we just came from South Memphis and then hit your bity My niggas in Alabama, next month for a
show But we still moving them bowls and we sell it for the
low We ain't gon' tex you, if we don't know you, fuck these niggas We gon' hack it, cut you down, throw them triggers All of your bitches be choosing, you know All of your hoes, your wifey, they show it All of my niggas they glow, icey, and we getting it making commotion Feel like Ludacris how I'm disturbing the
peace Fauni be so so deaf, if you ain't talking about cash, Jermaine Dupri Always a
clown in class, no really, I
was down bad Adding up all my cash and racks, just bad at math Pockets need [?] because they fatter than fat Niggas be goofy, gon' bring a
knife to gun battle to stab my back Live by the
code, got loyalty and morals, principles, won't fold You call that lil' boy your lil' brother shit get serious, he gon' crack Don't tell me to tie my shoes, I
keep Velcro with the
strap You fucking with fakes, niggas you know fugazi, gotta' do better than that Nicki Minaj with the
Crocs, I
make anything trend, anything pop All of these bitches some bops, I
just want the
throat, you can keep the
body Niggas be talking alot, til' we spin on they block like the
4th of July Every day independence day, these ain't no fireworks, this the
fye And you hit with the
Glock, hell nah, fuck that shit, you get the
chop You a
big opp to me, I'm a
real big dog bitch you a
Chihuahua [?] but they not even there Most these niggas just some pussies If you think these niggas get racks you dead wrong