Tyla Yaweh, Trippie Redd, PnB Rock - Do No Wrong paroles de (lyrics)

(Yo Sean, you fuckin' them up on this one)
Yeah, I been in my zone (Zone)
Ridin' with this pistol, nigga
This ain't what you want (Want)
I been with them killers, sippin' lean
This ain't Patron ('Tron)
I can drop a check right on
Your head and get you gone (Grrt)
Yeah, yeah

I been in my zone (Zone)
Ridin' with this pistol, nigga
This ain't what you want (Want)
I been with them killers, sippin' lean
This ain't Patron ('Tron)
I can drop a check right on
Your head and get you gone (Grrt)
Demons take your soul
(yeah) , yeah, my bitches on go (Go)
For this Birkin bag, yeah
She gon' touch her toes (Toes)
We ain't never mad
Gotta fly across the globe (yeah)
That's just what that check do (Check do)
Once you get your bag up
(yeah) , then they gon' respect you (yeah)

I like her demeanor, yeah, I
Like my bitches meaner, uh
Can't even get them racks up
That's Venus and Serena
You see these diamonds clean up, ooh
My bitch drive a 2021
Boy, you actin' mad 'cause you drive a Kia
I'm in my bag, bag, bag, your racks sad today
Checks come in so fast today
I might mix the '42, I chase it with Lemonade
Outside with my niggas, we don't give a fuck
Keep a 40 in the Louis bag
I seen some demons I can't trust
Mm hm, drugs all in my system that I trust
Mm hm, I know that shit make my heartrate up
Mm hm, McLaren 720, lift it up
Mm hm, when I'm down
Please don't call my phone

Yeah, yeah, I been in my zone (Zone)
Ridin' with this pistol, nigga
This ain't what you want (Want)
I been with them killers, sippin' lean
This ain't Patron ('Tron)
I can drop a check right on
Your head and get you gone (Grrt)
Demons take your soul
(yeah) , yeah, my bitches on go (Go)
For this Birkin bag, yeah
She gon' touch her toes (Toes)
We ain't never mad
Gotta fly across the globe (yeah)
That's just what that check do (Check do)
Once you get your bag up
(yeah) , then they gon' respect you (yeah)

Ridin' dirty, sippin' dirty with that 30
I'm a big phoenix
I been working since a birdie
With a bad bitch, suck my dick like a slurpee
Bitch, I'm tired of the damn games
Ain't no Kirby say you love me
But you so concerned in tryna hurt me
Tryna torture my heart
Kill me slowly but surely
Bitch, I won't give in, Cartier my lens (Woo)
Live this life of sin, bitch
This Oomp's revenge and lovin' that, baby
Where you goin'? I need some of that
I just got a gig for five hundred racks
That's enough to make a bitch
Sit and do jumpin' jacks
Told her Rey Mysterio, lil' bitch
I'ma jump on that

I been in my zone (Zone)
Ridin' with this pistol, nigga
This ain't what you want (Want)
I been with them killers, sippin' lean
This ain't Patron ('Tron)
I can drop a check right on
Your head and get you gone (Grrt)
Demons take your soul
(yeah) , yeah, my bitches on go (Go)
For this Birkin bag, yeah
She gon' touch her toes (Toes)
We ain't never mad
Gotta fly across the globe (yeah)
That's just what that check do (Check do)
Once you get your bag up
(yeah) , then they gon' respect you (yeah)