What's Wrong

Aye what the fuck is wrong with these niggas? Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song With these niggas. It's the street for real, I keep that chrome On me, nigga. Yeah, this industry ain't nothing but Full of phony little niggas. No lie, lil' bitch niggas 'round me, yeah, They gon' die. Don't try, fifty-five seven rip Through your spine. Homicide, ain't nobody safe but Them birds fly. Birds flyin', I'ma drop a body Before I drop a dime. No time for these man gettin' head, they play Both sides. No diamonds in my plain Jane, My wrist a gold mine. I drip, drip, I need a wig, floor socks. I cash out every time, don't need a co-sign. What the fuck is that? I got hella racks, racks. Fuck back, Y'all didn't stay back, they need to Save up some racks, racks. I might work a nigga 'cause hell you know I'm a mack. Pull up El Dorado Lake and Turnt to the max. Never been a punk nigga, I always kept a Strap. Yeah, I'm fast just for his gun, young Nigga runnin' up that check. Yeah, I'm takin' off, bitch, I strike you out, Who next at bat? Huh? You say a with me, what the fuck Is wrong with these niggas? Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song With these niggas. It's the street for real, I keep that chrome On me, nigga. this industry ain't nothing but full Of phony little Niggas. Yeah, it's a fire in the booth. This young nigga the truth. I'm smokin' on forbidden fruit and it smell just Like a poop. I'm a lion in the coupe. Have you seen a lion shoot? Get out of line, then I do. Pow, Who are you? What the fuck is wrong with these niggas? Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song With these It's the street for real, I keep that chrome on me, nigga. Yeah, this industry ain't nothing but full of phony Little niggas. What the fuck is wrong with these Niggas? What? What? Is wrong with these niggas? What the fuck is wrong with these niggas? Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song With these niggas. Nah.