Mr. Wrong Song's Intro

I'ma show y'all how I got the nickname Mr. Wrong Song Let's get it, haha, it's in full effect Aight, watch this, uh Santa's elves, we be wrappin', huh Seven Dwarves, y'all be cappin' up Comin' with facts like I'm Snapple, uh Y'all cannot f*ck with my faction, huh We are not new to this rap shit, bruh Work for figures with our actions, huh Move like JT, I be actin' up Ain't talkin' Jay, we be stackin' up Ha, I'm outta my mind, snappin' Turtle, these n***** be small, fragment Perfectin' my craft, practice She likin' my swag, it's the fabric Heart colder than South Dakota Just wanna be rich, no Porter Goin' dumb like out of order I want energy Wrong song N***** be gassin' shit Humble, but far from the average kids Yeah, fly on my Cassius shit Don't play for LA, don't pass the clips Nah, we got what you lackin' in I bet if you listen you'll catch the wit I'm passive-aggressive with flashy shit I promise we'll make everlastin' (Wrong song) Drip-ity drip, but I'm throwin' that fire Might be bipolar, I stay undecided Shorty on me, make her sing like a choir Holla at beats, no hitman, get me hired Like Santa's elves, we precise with the rappin' Ain't no one drippin' as hard as my faction All this designer I mix, I'm still matchin' Humble verbally, but loud with the fashion, ha Prepared, ain't no need to get ready You speak on TK, now you deady Cook up like spaghetti Jam with the fam like we jelly Slim fit, but I know the bars heavy Pack you up, no Hefty On my twist, I get crazy Workin' always, there's no time to be lazy 6'2'', on my breesh, now I'm 8 feet Converse with (Wrong song) I never needed no jewels to glisten Always been lit, I just needed ignition Heir to the throne like Tut the Egyptian Shit could get dark, I don't mean the (Uh, wrong song) Doin' more, and talkin' less Fallin' back is how you cancel stress Strong voice in conference, ready for the press And who the best up next n*****, take a guess New players been winnin', we ain't even register Game on lock like a hidden character True to my soul, how I move with my caliber Beat the case more than once, need better challengers Somethin' in common, we silent but deady We Musketeers mixed with Ed, Edd and Eddy Spit quick like clips, no Carly, Sam, and Freddy Ahead of time like we live backwards, you get me? Uh huh, ahead of time like we live backwards, you get me? Ah, ah Prepared, ain't no need to get ready You speak on TK, now you Nah, let me chill Aight, Mr. Wrong Song signin' out, we outta here