Wrong With Me

Lyrics

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Turned down another deal, hey Fuck wrong with me I just left Fairfax with a pole with me I just left Figueroa with a real hoe with me Wit' some real hit men, worth a mill though Before I ever did a scam, I sold some pills though I'm a real artist, my dawgs kill though You better chill, bruh [Verse 2: HP Jrock] I just took another hit What's wrong with me? Glizzy on my hip, I'll take a nigga soul with it Choppa get to singing niggas songs, Keyshia Cole with it Wake up, brush my teeth and wash my face then grab my pole, nigga Way before [?] got off parole, he kept a pole with him Glock 27, you know we love them 4-0's, nigga When we was snatched his glasses, y'all was doing the heel toe Niggas ain't no opps, niggas just some real hoes [Verse 3: ShredGang Mone] I just bought a new rollie Fuck wrong with me? Jackboys hit the party, taking jewelry from these hoe niggas I'm too yellow and skinny not to have a big pole with me One man army, shoot the glizzy like I'm Kobe Choppa get to kickin' niggas, that's Jack Chan I keep breaking these bitches, I can't stop getting them backends Let that choppa speak, these pussy niggas better act dead Two hundred shots ridin' wit' me, came in with savages [Verse 4: BandGang Lonnie Bands] My nigga still taking shit Man what's wrong with him? And your man shootin' in the air, he brought a drone with him Come get a big ass circle in that Vlone, nigga Fuck you rap niggas, I got my own niggas Your dawg coulda had a body, but he froze, nigga Niggas hate my TTO niggas, they hoein' niggas Lay on that floor, nigga, huh Gimme that gold, nigga, huh Or you can get smoked, nigga, huh [Verse 5: TTO Javi] Big 4-0 with me, it stay by my side Call up [?], I know he gon be the first to slide I be searchin' for the opps, where them niggas hidin'? We the reason that them niggas never come outside Don't get hit with this Glock, it ain't no comin' back We really lookin' for the opps 'cause this shit more than rap Hop out on a pussy ass nigga, "gimme that" Niggas callin' for they shit but they can't get it back [Verse 6: HP Jrock] Choppa get to kickin' niggas round, feel like Bruce Lee And that bitch got a 100 rounds, can shoot a movie They don't want no smoke with us 'cause these niggas coochie Gary got my neck iced up, I feel like Gucci And my pockets filled up with paper, ain't talkin' loose leaves [Verse 7: BandGang Javar] I ain't talkin' 'bout construction paper, I got blue sheets Like a dyke, I gotta take the strap to get some coochie I don't feel safe danglin' 20 G's around no groupies I smell pussy I took dawg shit, made him strip bare booty He been Twitter thuggin' ever since, dawg goofy Still be at the corner house on Mark Twain, why you ain't shoot me? The feds ain't thinkin' 'bout you, you ain't touch 50 Every time I leave the house, the narcs fuck with me Off-White hoodie cost 650 But I punched it, really I ain't payin' one penny 7.62s hit him, he gon be like "huh?" Detectives ask me 'bout the shootin', Imma be like "huh?" When my lawyer get me off, they gon be like "huh?" While I'm in the foreign laughin' like "hahahaha" BANDGANG