Wrong One ta Try

Lyrics

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin] I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die They 'bout to make me come up out my Pradas Grab a ski mask and the chopper You niggas still trying to rob the robbers I'm the answer, what the fuck's your problem? [Verse 1: Slim Dunkin] Okay, left 300, shoot 400 Snapback cash, strapped up, I ain't running G5 on me, Brick Squad youngin' Bands right there got the TEC-9 drumming Blaat, tick tack, nigga, take that Blaat, OG like a 8-track Blaat, more pumps than [?] Pulled up in a Maybach, club go straight jack I'm in a straight jacket, I'ma stay bracking Pistol with me, black [?] leave your face flat Put Atlanta on my back like a Braves jacket Lots of flying body parts Automatic in my hood, AK my shit I don't play the radio and they don't play my shit, squad [Chorus: Slim Dunkin] I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die They 'bout to make me come up out my Pradas Grab a ski mask and the chopper You niggas still trying to rob the robbers I'm the answer, what the fuck's your problem? [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Ask my ése partners, they say Flocka loco Make the doctor button up your chest just like a polo Shots fired, dropped ocho niggas on the floor Thirty grand or more, then I'm kicking down your door You don't cooperate, I'll turn into the Persian War What you crying for? You a [?] Chrome 44, give me what I'm asking for Stacks, pills, and that fucking blow [Chorus: Slim Dunkin] I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die They 'bout to make me come up out my Pradas Grab a ski mask and the chopper You niggas still trying to rob the robbers I'm the answer, what the fuck's your problem? [Verse 3: French Montana] Came on vacation, left on probation Got the Lamb on park, but my mind racing Call it that, Coke Boys team, I'm the quarterback Got me on lean like a quarter flat She left with me, never calling back Wouldn't spend a M, I stayed off Grind all day, better pay off No, I'd let her bury like Adolf Hundred round let that K off Get out of the way when I dump Flocka, pop that trunk Let that Twin Towers dunk Montana [Chorus: Slim Dunkin] I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die They 'bout to make me come up out my Pradas Grab a ski mask and the chopper You niggas still trying to rob the robbers I'm the answer, what the fuck's your problem?