Kno Ya Wrong (feat. Lance Skiiiwalker)

Huh, hey, know you're wrong, oh-ah

Hey, know you're wrong, ooh

**** always wanna call you talkin' 'bout what they need (What they need)

Huh (Huh), huh, you know you're wrong

Know you're wrong, oh-ah

All I hear, "Gimme, gimme"

When y'all was sleepin', who was workin' with me

But want these benefits and tour the city?

Leechin', won't you find your titty?

Know you're wrong, know you're wrong, ooh, yeah

Days prayin' on my knees, huh

We made it from the feet, yeah

Then this leech came along

Know you're wrong, oh

You want me do the work, then you live off my life

Know you're wrong, huh

Say you got my back, but revealin' snake eyes

Know you're wrong, huh

When I was doin' bad, wasn't textin' my phone

Know you're wrong

Oh, now you wonder what, what?

What you wonder? Huh?

Call me, yeah

Know you're wrong, oh-ah

Hm, rappin' my ass off, ****

You're tryna blur my picture

Want me down there with you

Tryna blow my high

You wanna steer my drive

You askin' more than my moms

Try corruptin' my mind

Let's do some work with them comms

When I was broke, you was gone

Know you're wrong, oh-ah

Know you're wrong, oh-ah

Say words can't express what you do for me when you appear

And don't be blind to see my love is the punch you shouldn't feel

Say words can't express what you do for me when you appear

And don't be blind to see my love is the punch you shouldn't feel

Say, girl, jump in my bank account (So)

So I can deposit you (Two)

I'm goin' through withdrawals (Three)

And I can't afford to lose (So)

Girl, jump in my bank account, so

So I can deposit you (Two)

I'm goin' through withdrawals (Three)

And I can't afford to lose

Plasma my TV screen

Hope I go out like B.B. King

The front row, they cheer for God

I'm sold out on everything

Last night, it was a dream

Thinkin' 'bout you in the worst ways

I need your cake like it's your birthday

I'm tryna be in front the TIME page

And plus you rockin' with the big dog

I need my bread like it's the 5th floor

Little lettuce, slice of cheese, sucka, please

What it's hittin' for?

Let's split the middle like a Philly roll

I get a half, you get a half

Fuck up some commas, I'm a nympho

I'm goin' in just like a dimple

Shots of Patrón to the temple

Collard greens, I stay givin' thanks

Deposit your love, we gon' flood the bank

Wishin' we ain't never lose

Lose

Now what we do will be up to you, baby

Keep you up past your curfew, lady

Then drive you home with some drive through dome, baby

Keep you out 'til light-streets on, lady

Now what we do'll be up to you, baby

Keep you up past your curfew, lady

Then drive you home with some drive through dome, baby

Keep you out 'til light-streets on, lady

No sacrifice

Girl, just bein' precise

With my hands on the wheel

While you play with the vice