ThouxanBanFauni - Dead Wrong lyrics

(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
Fucking 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 lying
Most these niggas informants
Most these niggas got wires
She could be prеtty and bad but if she broke
Red flag bitchеs 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
Throwing it back, making 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
Ignore me bitch or you kicked out
All of my boys be running the streets
Road running to your city
Nigga we just came from South Memphis
And then hit your bity
My niggas in Alabama, next month for a show
But we still moving them bowls and
We sell it for the low
We ain't gon' tex 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 because they fatter than fat
Niggas be goofy, gon' 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 the fye
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
But they not even there
Most these niggas just some pussies
If you think these niggas get
Racks you dead wrong