Am I Wrong

Lyrics

[Intro: Krispylife Kidd] KrispyLife, know what the fuck going on Iced Up Records bitch When he with me, ain't nobody gon' touch face Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie this bitch hard [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] When he with me, ain't nobody gon' touch face You could never up the score, 'cause all you do is pump-fake Hunnid' feet stomped dawg, now he got a scuffed face Young boy caught a body and he beat it, that's a luck case Kill you and yo' siblings, get your brother hit Chop speak real choppy, it got a stutter clip 7.62s hit anything on some horny shit Ain't nobody trust you with the bag, all you do is fumble shit [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] Prepared for everything, never stress, I know it come with this Niggas plottin', I got guap to stop it, youngin's runnin' blicks Niggas fakе, acting like it's problems, really want a pic I got monstеrs, pop out, you a goner, they don't count attempts Money counter gem, all these hunnid's bitch MTV peep how I'm livin', I ain't stuntin' bitch Rap money, trap money, baby throw it back for me Lil' boy, you should work for Lids, too much cap for me [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] See, I don't know if I'm wrong or I'm not Am I wrong for tryna rap, or am I wrong for hittin' the block? Am I wrong for knowing this bitch a thot and still get the top? Like yo' label don't fuck wit' you, I'll get you dropped Am I wrong, for wanting to see my niggas ball? Am I wrong for hittin' this bitch, and never ever call? I guess I'm wrong 'cause I'm tired and I ain't answering my phone Yeah it's wrong, you preach real shit but don't the code [Verse 4: Babyface Ray] Am I wrong, for keepin' it too trill in my songs? You know you wrong, cappin' like you on hoes but you broke Baby go and wanna give me throat before I even spoke Hit the club feelin' like I'm soda, ran in doing the most Winter coat Moncler, no Bottega, lil' bro Minnesota, nine over more, I swear he paid the most No more humble, flexin' on the 'Gram, they hate that I'm the GOAT Crib bigger than the school, I came from sleepin' on the floor [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] I hit the bitch with the Perc' dick, she begging for some more I only sell verses but the fiends begging for some dope Left pocket full of green shit, I'm talking artichokes Say the wrong thing on the mic, and that'll get an artist choked [Verse 6: Babyface Ray] Ayy the plug came, I darted on it Thirty inch Forgiato rims with the Harley on it I could see this niggas hoes without the Carti's on Police kick the door, jump out the house like Playboi Carti on it