Lil Wyte - I Did 'Em Wrong lyrics
[Lil Wyte - I Did 'Em Wrong lyrics]
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Ho
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Ho
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Ho
If you a killer motherfucker
Bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing
Who am I talking to nobody knows
If you riding with someone you know
And they turn up this song
You riding with a motherfucker that
Think I did 'em wrong
Consequences come to those who chose
To fuck with lil wyte
Not always physical sometimes mental
And emotional right
I'll outsmart you in a fight and
Come back harder on the mic
Theres an inner spiritual demon that
Possess me to write
Now that I made all these moves
My music causing some havoc
This shit is pick me up so wat in
The fuck did you expect god dammit?
As long as the beat keep on rollin
My pockets gonna get swollen
I know they hate me
They let me know the first
Time that I told 'em
I got a mind and it's focused
You got some serious issues
I got family friends
And fans and you ain't got no one to miss you
I bet you'll life gettin hard
You lived your life in a yard
Im for real I know theres something when
You sold both of your cars
You mad at me cause I made it
I'm only havin some fun
See me on mtv yelling out who
Gives a fuck where you from
You might be tough with your gun
But look for fun in saddham
Doubt me now? I told you
Wyte was gon drop bombs
Yeah it's time to speed on up
We finna go into another motherfucker
Galaxy nigga, bass check #2, BEEATCH
Wake up bitch reality creepin
Around the corner
You so fucked up you couldn't
Be an organ donor when I see you
I'm knockin yo head up off of your shoulders
You gon be like ah shit when you feel
These tiny boulders
You fuckin with the wrong one
The HCP cracker main, slap you man
Stab you man even quick to crack your brain
I ain't got no time for
Hatin faggots on the grind
Keep on passin by cause I got something
You'll never fuckin find
This the realest of the real
Hope you feelin it and if you don't
Extend your arm and grab your remote
And turn down your radio
Meanwhile, I'm gon give it raw
And write it as nasty as this shit can be
Its easy when you rappin over
The hardest motherfuckin beats
I am not braggin, and I'm not big headed
Nor am I conceded
But, I'm proud of myself and
The way I supposedly succeeded
You wanna bring it to my door
Or be a bitch and catch me slippin
Either way it goes this unit
I'm grippin's gonna get you, pimpin
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Ho
Watsup Bitch, Watsup Ho
If you a killer motherfucker
Bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing
Who am I talking to nobody knows
If you riding with someone you know
And they turn up this song
You riding with a motherfucker that
Think I did 'em wrong
Consequences come to those who chose
To fuck with lil wyte
Not always physical sometimes mental
And emotional right
I'll outsmart you in a fight and
Come back harder on the mic
Theres an inner spiritual demon that
Possess me to write
Now that I made all these moves
My music causing some havoc
This shit is pick me up so wat in
The fuck did you expect god dammit?
As long as the beat keep on rollin
My pockets gonna get swollen
I know they hate me
They let me know the first
Time that I told 'em
I got a mind and it's focused
You got some serious issues
I got family friends
And fans and you ain't got no one to miss you
I bet you'll life gettin hard
You lived your life in a yard
Im for real I know theres something when
You sold both of your cars
You mad at me cause I made it
I'm only havin some fun
See me on mtv yelling out who
Gives a fuck where you from
You might be tough with your gun
But look for fun in saddham
Doubt me now? I told you
Wyte was gon drop bombs
Yeah it's time to speed on up
We finna go into another motherfucker
Galaxy nigga, bass check #2, BEEATCH
Wake up bitch reality creepin
Around the corner
You so fucked up you couldn't
Be an organ donor when I see you
I'm knockin yo head up off of your shoulders
You gon be like ah shit when you feel
These tiny boulders
You fuckin with the wrong one
The HCP cracker main, slap you man
Stab you man even quick to crack your brain
I ain't got no time for
Hatin faggots on the grind
Keep on passin by cause I got something
You'll never fuckin find
This the realest of the real
Hope you feelin it and if you don't
Extend your arm and grab your remote
And turn down your radio
Meanwhile, I'm gon give it raw
And write it as nasty as this shit can be
Its easy when you rappin over
The hardest motherfuckin beats
I am not braggin, and I'm not big headed
Nor am I conceded
But, I'm proud of myself and
The way I supposedly succeeded
You wanna bring it to my door
Or be a bitch and catch me slippin
Either way it goes this unit
I'm grippin's gonna get you, pimpin