Lyrics Key Glock – What’s Wrong
Text:
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
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
Album
Key Glock – Dum And Dummer
