GetRichZay, Reace Sosa - WRONG NIGGA lyrics

(Sayzou Ussi on them)
Yeah
Fuck nigga, I know, hop out
Got your gun, go get your (Yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah

Ain't got your gun? Go get your
Gun, it's time to go
Nigga
(It's time to go, come on)
Better not try that shit with GRZ
Swear he the wrong nigga
(Swear he the wrong, aight, come on)
He come through the middle, .308
It could fuck your pistol
(.308, aight, come on)
Uh, he catch an opp, that
Boy gon' blow for sho'
But he ain't got no whistle
(Blow for sho'


But he ain't got no whistle)
Uh, 7.62 loud
I blow that bitch out like a missile
(Uh)
Can't believe he cuffed that ho
She eatin' dick right off the gristle
(Aight, come on)
Nigga cap, they smoked your bro
You ain't do shit
Nigga
(Uh)
Wе ain't worried 'bout shit, nigga
You know my stick, nigga
(You know my, aight, come on)
Know that chop get hot likе hot potato
I pass it to my nigga
(Pass)
Ayy, she a fool, that ho cannot be trusted
She fucked me and my niggas
(Fucked me and my dog)
I ain't duckin' shit, you
Want some smoke, nigga
Come and get your issue
(Uh, issue)
We got smoke for days
It's hard to catch my breath
(Aight) , I keep on coughin' (Aight
Come on)
Can't belive they still
Cappin' and flaggin'
I thought he coughed
(Thought his ass)
Better go get a car
He must ain't heard that
We catch niggas walkin'
(Uh, catch, aight, come on)
Quick to hop out, walk down on an opp
We don't do no talkin'
(Come on, aight, come on)
Ayy, gang, he help me find my head
I think I lost it
(I think I lost, aight, come on)
He run, we be quick to hop
Out, chase him, catch him
Randy Moss him
(Aight, come on)
Slide like the floor is wet
But ain't no sign that's sayin' caution
(Aight, come on)
Be quick to shoot my ball like Kobe
But I don't do no ball-hoggin'
(No, aight, come on)
Uh, my mama told me I
Better not run these streets
I kept doggin'
(Phew, uh)
I don't know why niggas thinkin' shit sweet
(I don't know why)
Ain't shit awesome (I don't know why)
Uh, no handouts, I came from
The straight from the slum
Straight from the bottom
(What? Sosa)
Up that Drac'
Young nigga gon' flip the car
Soon as he spot 'em
(He spot 'em, psh)

Fuck 'em over when I see 'em
I'm on sane niggas
(Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)
Look, he done got his head busted
(Stupid)
Ain't gotta hide that nigga (He dead)
Stop all that muggin' like you hard, boy
You the nicest nigga
(All that flag)
I'm not the one to start this shit
But first to blow my pistol
(Damn, damn)
Tryna be a fan, nobody know you
You just tryna die
Ayy, she a real slut bitch
She just be actin' shy
(I swear to God)
Actin' hard, done DOA'd him
Now they askin' why
(Stupid nigga, he dead)
They just get mad, typin' crowd
Don't get back for the guys
(Y'all ain't slide)
Ain't no field, this deal real
Go ask your dog about that iron
(Damn, damn, he dead)
Couple live to tell the story
But the rest of 'em niggas die
(He dead)
You'll get your ass lifted if you
Boot up and pick a side
(Dog, I swear)
How the fuck you talkin' tough and
You ain't even go and slide?
(Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy)
Keep me out my body, I'm gon' slide
I'm quick to go and get 'em
(Damn)
When I look in your eyes
Don't be surprised, lil' boy
Come here
(Come here, bit', boom)
Cryin', prayin'
He ain't jam 'cause I know my dog nina
(Dog, dog, I swear to God)
Bitch, I can damn near hang a stepper
Most loud up in this clip
(Go ask, go ask, go ask)

Damn (Mafia)
I can almost hang a stepper, most
Loud up in this clip
Uh
Ayy, GRZ, what the business, man?
You know it's down
Man