Wrong One (feat. K Carbon, Aleza & Tay Keith)

Tay Keith, fuck these **** up

GloRilla

(Whew), uh (Whew), uh (Whew), uh (Whew)

Uh (Whew), uh (Whew), uh (Whew), uh (Whew)

Uh (Whew), uh (Whew), uh (Hey), uh (Hey)

He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one

Fuck wrong with this dumb-ass ****?

Aye, I had to show him I'm that bitch, but I'm my daddy son

Mmm, I'm the one, mmm

Slime, ho

When it come to doggin' ****, I do that for fun (Yeah)

I do that for fun (Yeah), I do that for fun (I'm a dog)

Steady shittin' up on these bitches like I got the runs (I'm the shit)

Like I got the runs (I'm the shit)

Like I got the runs (I'm the shit)

He got the right bitch (Right bitch), wrong time (Wrong time)

AP, he on my time (My time)

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I'm bad as fuck, it should be a crime (Bad)

Postin' thoughts, fuck what they think (Fuck)

I'll have a **** thinkin' with his meat (What?)

One thing I ain't is fuckin' cheap (Fuck that)

You sure that's the **** you wanna keep? (You sure?)

You used to be the shit in school, but now it's my turn (Woah)

Hit me from the back after I bust over his sideburns (Woo)

I be makin' hits, but you should know I'm not a fighter

I made the motherfucker blow

You know that, yeah

I'm a **** biggest blessin', he don't even care to sneeze (Achoo)

Pull up in that ah, ah, it don't even got no key (Skrrt)

Shit on bitches all year, I don't let bitches get a season

Go, ask that ho why she don't like me, bitch won't even have a reason

He ask what **** I be rappin' 'bout, I told him, "I'm just rhymin', baby"

Soon as he click on my IG, **** get to masturbatin' (Ooh)

Motherfuckin' tender-dick-ass ****

Soon as he click on my IG, **** get to masturbatin'

He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one

Fuck wrong with this dumb-ass ****?

Aye, I had to show him I'm that bitch, but I'm my daddy son

Mmm, I'm the one, mmm

Slime, ho

When it come to doggin' ****, I do that for fun (Yeah)

I do that for fun (Yeah), I do that for fun (I'm a dog)

Steady shittin' up on these bitches like I got the runs

Like I got the runs

Like I got the runs

Uh, come get your ****, he sendin' me pictures

He givin' me money and all of his weed

Sendin' me paragraphs, pourin' his heart out

Sayin' some shit I ain't gon' even read, uh

No, I ain't readin' that shit

No

It's Carbon, bitch

And he believin' that I love him, ****, you can't be that dumb

Don't really recall conceiving, but you bitches is my sons

And we ain't beefin' over social, I could never break my thumb

Won't cut deals for no promoters, you can't pay, I can't perform

Uh, talk to **** how I want to and they let me (Aye)

They love me when I'm talkin' 'bout my shit, they say it's sexy (Uh-huh)

These **** be so cap (What?), that's why I don't do no textin' (Nah)

You know I ain't your bitch, you not my ****, so don't question me (Fool)

Your ass is dumb

He had the right game, but he just picked the wrong one

Fuck wrong with this dumb-ass ****?

Aye, I had to show him I'm that bitch, but I'm my daddy son

Mmm, I'm the one, mmm

Slime, ho

When it come to doggin' ****, I do that for fun (Yeah)

I do that for fun (Yeah), I do that for fun (I'm a dog)

Steady shittin' up on these bitches like I got the runs

Like I got the runs

Like I got the runs