Look Wrong

Aye
Yeahh yeahh yeahh yeahh
Hold on, yeahh yeahh yeahh
Yeahh, hold on
(Hook)
Hold on, hold on
Brand new buss down, and it’s two-tone
And ain’t talkin’ bout a jacket, put my hood on
Trap beatin’ everywhere, can’t do wrong
Five hunnit bought No. 9 cologne
And you can get whacked if you look wrong
And I ain’t told one cap yet in my song
Money every time I hear my ringtone
Still a couple of n**** gotta get gone
Off white, Sunday night took off the VLONE
I know these bitches eat it up off of the floor
I went and got a check, I just want me somе more
Cross me out, shit I had to get еqual
And I’mma always break bread with my people
It just cleared, turned the hoe into a believer
I can switch one gear and I can leave ya (scrt scrrrt)

(Verse)
I can switch one gear and I could leave ya
Lie to me one time, I never believe you
I just went secured the bag at the Regions
Never put my hand out, I ain’t never been no leacher
Stayin’ loyal, that’s just somethin’ they can’t teach you
You gon’ hug God if you get to reachin’
I got young n****s that do it for no reason
I seen it; I act like I ain’t peep it
I run with real lifers, don’t fuck with no peewees
The Glock or the FN tucked under the BB
And I can send out some bowls out to your city
That’s a hundred, it came from a fifty
She a dime, she just came from a nickel
I was fucked up and stuck in a pickle
But I climb my way out, that’s the difference
Get a bag and take care of my sisters
Just know they don’t depend on no n****
Hope my folks never at me different
I’m like hold on, I’m comin’ to getchu
I got two bad bitches, can’t pick ‘em
I was in a pluck pluck, they did not pick up
Make her eat the dick up, give her hiccups
Pop a perc, and that shit just for back up
Then I turn her around, blew her back out
Tryna rob? You gon’ die in that stick up
(Hook)
Hold on, hold on
Brand new buss down, and it’s two-tone
And ain’t talkin’ bout a jacket, put my hood on
Trap beatin’ everywhere, can’t do wrong
Five hunnit bought No. 9 cologne
And you can get whacked if you look wrong
And I ain’t told one cap yet in my song
Money every time I hear my ringtone
Still a couple of n**** gotta get gone
Off white Sunday night took off the VLONE
I know these bitches eat it up off of the floor
I went and got a check, I just want me some more

Cross me out, shit I had to get equal
And I’mma always break bread with my people
It just cleared, turned the hoe into a believer
I can switch one gear and I can leave ya (scrt scrrrt)