Dead Wrong

Haha
(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

Fuckin' 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 lyin'
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

Throwin' it back, makin' 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 annoy me bitch or you kicked out

All of my boys be running the streets, road runnin' to your city
Nigga we just came from South Memphis and then hit your bitty
My niggas in Alabama and next month for a show
But we still moving them bowls and we sell it for the low

We ain't gon' text 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 Jenny Craig because they fatter than fat
Niggas be goofy, don't 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 is the fire
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
Look at your gang they not even there
Most these niggas just some pussies
If you think these niggas get racks you dead wrong