Dead Wrong

Aye The coupe is digital, the roof just went invisible I'm too original, the moves you make predictable The new traditional, you new niggas is pitiful Don't do subliminals, this shit a get real political 4:48 in the morning, I'm in this bitch wit' a P of the best strong Thinkin' bout all of the warnings that I den gave, it's time you get stepped on You niggas is practice, even Picasso needed something to sketch on Fresh outta casket, bout to put you in that bitch, now tell me who dead wrong My mood just switched I'm hot, I need a cooling kit My top, I just might lose the shit The block feel like a movie script The plot just took a super twist The cops, they be on stupid dick The za, nigga I'm full of that shit Flew pass my ex crib, I was bumpin' this shit in a Cullinan I'm rockin' my mans shit, not the one that you seen, but the other one I f*ck with this bad bitch, eat the dick up it sound like she mumblin' Like, where is your manners boo? I need some answers too Like, why do y'all play with me? Must wanna wake the beast They wanna walk in my shoes Make sure your laces freaked Make sure you pay the fee The shit I'm smoking hit like major league Hit every ZA that's from A to Z The whip I'm pushin' look make believe, bitch the The coupe is digital, the roof just went invisible I'm too original, the moves you make predictable The new traditional, you new niggas is pitiful Don't do subliminals, this shit a get real political 4:48 in the morning, I'm in this bitch wit' a P of the best strong Thinkin' bout all of the warnings that I den gave, it's time you get stepped on You niggas is practice, even Picasso needed something to sketch on Fresh outta casket, bout to put you in that bitch, now tell me who dead wrong Can't wait to catch up with y'all, cause I know for a fact that ain't none of y'all standin' on business Y'all not the same by yourselves how you are with the guys, that is not a relatable image I hear what niggas be sayin' don't make me come shop with you boys and pay you a visit I'm uppin' the ticket, ooh and I'm lovin' the feelin' They know who runnin' the city Its turnt, its hot, its litty It's damn near five in the morning, I'm still up plottin' on niggas Just might go digital dash and crush 'em with the hand clock in the center I can't lie, I live for this shit, I'm tryna up the score I can't lie, sometimes I wake up and hope y'all try the boy My bitch mad, said she need some space, meet me by the store Press a button, which whip ima drive? eeny miny moe, I'll take the The coupe is digital, the roof just went invisible I'm too original, the moves you make predictable The new traditional, you new niggas is pitiful Don't do subliminals, this shit a get real political 4:48 in the morning, I'm in this bitch wit' a P of the best strong Thinkin' bout all of the warnings that I den gave, it's time you get stepped on You niggas is practice, even Picasso needed something to sketch on Fresh outta casket, bout to put you in that bitch, now tell me who dead wrong