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wrong nigga - getrichzay lyrics

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[intro: getrichzay]
(sayzou ussi on them)
yeah
f*ck n*gga, i know, hop out
got your gun, go get your— (yeah)
uh, uh, uh, uh
yeah

[verse 1: getrichzay & reace sosa]
ain’t got your gun? go get your gun, it’s time to go, n*gga (it’s time to go, come on)
better not try that sh*t with grz, swear he the wrong n*gga (swear he the wrong, aight, come on)
he come through the middle, .308, it could f*ck your pistol (.308, aight, come on)
uh, he catch an opp, that boy gon’ blow for sho’, but he ain’t got no whistle (blow for sho’, but he ain’t got no whistle)
uh, 7.62 loud, i blow that b*tch out like a missile (uh)
can’t believe he cuffed that ho, she eatin’ d*ck right off the gristle (aight, come on)
n*gga cap, they smoked your bro, you ain’t do sh*t, n*gga (uh)
wе ain’t worried ’bout sh*t, n*gga
you know my stick, n*gga (you know my, aight, come on)
know that chop get hot likе hot potato, i pass it to my n*gga (pass)
ayy, she a fool, that ho cannot be trusted, she f*cked me and my n*ggas (f*cked me and my dog)
i ain’t duckin’ sh*t, you want some smoke, n*gga, come and get your issue (uh, issue)
we got smoke for days, it’s hard to catch my breath (aight), i keep on coughin’ (aight, come on)
can’t belive they still cappin’ and flaggin’, i thought he coughed (thought his ass—)
better go get a car, he must ain’t heard that we catch n*ggas walkin’ (uh, catch, aight, come on)
quick to hop out, walk down on an opp, we don’t do no talkin’ (come on, aight, come on)
ayy, gang, he help me find my head, i think i lost it (i think i lost, aight, come on)
he run, we be quick to hop out, chase him, catch him, randy moss him (aight, come on)
slide like the floor is wet, but ain’t no sign that’s sayin’ caution (aight, come on)
be quick to shoot my ball like kobe, but i don’t do no ball*hoggin’ (no, aight, come on)
uh, my mama told me i better not run these streets, i kept d*gg*n’ (phew, uh)
i don’t know why n*ggas thinkin’ sh*t sweet (i don’t know why), ain’t sh*t awesome (i don’t know why)
uh, no handouts, i came from the straight from the slum, straight from the bottom (what? sosa)
up that drac’, young n*gga gon’ flip the car soon as he spot ’em (he spot ’em, psh)
[verse 2: reace sosa]
f*ck ’em over when i see ’em, i’m on sane n*ggas (d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn)
look, he done got his head busted (stupid), ain’t gotta hide that n*gga (he dead)
stop all that muggin’ like you hard, boy, you the nicest n*gga (all that flag)
i’m not the one to start this sh*t, but first to blow my pistol (d*mn, d*mn)
tryna be a fan, n0body know you, you just tryna die
ayy, she a real sl*t b*tch, she just be actin’ shy (i swear to god)
actin’ hard, done doa’d him, now they askin’ why (stupid n*gga, he dead)
they just get mad, typin’ crowd, don’t get back for the guys (y’all ain’t slide)
ain’t no field, this deal real, go ask your dog about that iron (d*mn, d*mn, he dead)
couple live to tell the story, but the rest of ’em n*ggas die (he dead)
you’ll get your ass lifted if you boot up and pick a side (dog, i swear)
how the f*ck you talkin’ tough and you ain’t even go and slide? (dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy)
keep me out my body, i’m gon’ slide, i’m quick to go and get ’em (d*mn)
when i look in your eyes, don’t be surprised, lil’ boy, come here (come here, bit’, boom)
cryin’, prayin’, he ain’t jam ’cause i know my dog nina (dog, dog, i swear to god)
b*tch, i can d*mn near hang a stepper, most loud up in this clip (go ask, go ask, go ask)

[outro: reace sosa]
d*mn (mafia)
i can almost hang a stepper, most loud up in this clip, uh
ayy, grz, what the business, man? you know it’s down, man

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