Key Glock - What's Wrong lyrics
[Key Glock - What's Wrong lyrics]
Ay, what the fuck is wrong
With these niggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do
No song with these niggas, uh
Bitch, the street for real, I
Keep that chrome on me, nigga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but
Full of phony lil' niggas
No lie, every nigga 'round me, yeah
They gon' fire
Don't try, FN five-seven rippin' your spine
Homicide, ain't nobody see shit
But them bullets fly bullets fly
I'ma drop a body before I drop a dime
No time for these maggot bitches
That play both sides
No diamonds in my plain Jane
My wrist a gold mine
Bitch I drip-drip, I need a wet floor sign
Bitch I cash out every time
Don't need a co-sign
Motherfuck that, I got hella racks
Bitch, back back
Watch these niggas savin' hoes
They need to save up some racks
I might work a ho, 'cause, yeah
You know I'm a mack pull up, Eldorado 'Lac
Turnt to the max
Never been a punk nigga, always kept a strap
I'm fastest for his gun
Young nigga runnin' up that check
Yeah, I'll take him out, bitch
I'll strike you out, who next at bat?
Huh? He say he fuckin' with me
Ay, what the fuck is wrong
With these niggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do
No song with these niggas, uh
Bitch, the street for real, I
Keep that chrome on me, nigga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but
Full of phony lil' niggas
My wrist a gold mine, ohh a gold mine
Yeah, it's a fire in the booth
This young nigga the truth
I'm smoking on forbidden fruit
And it smell, just like a poot
I'm a lion in the coupe
Have you seen a lion shoot?
Get out of line than I do
(Fire, fire, fire) who are you, nigga?
The fuck is wrong with these niggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do
No song with these niggas, uh
Bitch, the street for real, I
Keep that chrome on me, nigga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but
Full of phony lil' niggas
The fuck is wrong with these niggas? Uh
Is wrong with these niggas
Is wrong with these niggas
The fuck is wrong with these niggas? Uh
Is wrong with these niggas
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do
No song with these niggas, nah
With these niggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do
No song with these niggas, uh
Bitch, the street for real, I
Keep that chrome on me, nigga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but
Full of phony lil' niggas
No lie, every nigga 'round me, yeah
They gon' fire
Don't try, FN five-seven rippin' your spine
Homicide, ain't nobody see shit
But them bullets fly bullets fly
I'ma drop a body before I drop a dime
No time for these maggot bitches
That play both sides
No diamonds in my plain Jane
My wrist a gold mine
Bitch I drip-drip, I need a wet floor sign
Bitch I cash out every time
Don't need a co-sign
Motherfuck that, I got hella racks
Bitch, back back
Watch these niggas savin' hoes
They need to save up some racks
I might work a ho, 'cause, yeah
You know I'm a mack pull up, Eldorado 'Lac
Turnt to the max
Never been a punk nigga, always kept a strap
I'm fastest for his gun
Young nigga runnin' up that check
Yeah, I'll take him out, bitch
I'll strike you out, who next at bat?
Huh? He say he fuckin' with me
Ay, what the fuck is wrong
With these niggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do
No song with these niggas, uh
Bitch, the street for real, I
Keep that chrome on me, nigga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but
Full of phony lil' niggas
My wrist a gold mine, ohh a gold mine
Yeah, it's a fire in the booth
This young nigga the truth
I'm smoking on forbidden fruit
And it smell, just like a poot
I'm a lion in the coupe
Have you seen a lion shoot?
Get out of line than I do
(Fire, fire, fire) who are you, nigga?
The fuck is wrong with these niggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do
No song with these niggas, uh
Bitch, the street for real, I
Keep that chrome on me, nigga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but
Full of phony lil' niggas
The fuck is wrong with these niggas? Uh
Is wrong with these niggas
Is wrong with these niggas
The fuck is wrong with these niggas? Uh
Is wrong with these niggas
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do
No song with these niggas, nah