Wrong Time (feat. Sweepers gang)

New season, same energy

Same friends, new enemies

Baby switchin' sides

(Trap, you made that shit?)

But it’s alright, I ain’t worried 'bout nothin'

I'm livin' great

Grrah, grrah, grrah (Bitch)

Slime time, we wipe his nose if it's runny

Bend back around on that block, make it ugly

You don't slide or provide, why you callin' me muddy?

Fuck all the dissin', I'm prayin' for Sonny

Diss 'cause that wasn't funny

I don't even try, still could tell that she love me

I walk in the spot and the bitches still duck me

Shots gettin' thrown, I can't wait to see Bloodie

And auntie still mad, I can't wait to see Cuzzy

MBK and I bet she still fuck me

If God ain't complainin', can't nobody judge me

If God don't come get me, can't nobody touch me

Go out with a bang, get him shot, he a dummy

Throw 30 or better, they think they could rush me

Tryna spin through the B, have it uppin' on honey

Shot after shot, this is not what you want, B

Jack in the back of the V, tryna dump three

Slime time a must, so we need all the money

Walk **** down with the G, like, it's funny

Eli shot, that's on a bunny

Eli, Weldon, Neaky dummies

Whole court on parole and we still movin' dusty

**** get in the stu', same **** who ducked me

Don't got the gun in the court, tryna poke shit

And this bitch got a curfew, 'cause she was on some hoe shit

Shootin' at anyone jackin' Explosive

Civilians shot, **** think we was jokin'

Lil' bitch, she a Cardi, be all her in ocean

Baby, throw that shit back while the music controllin'

Oh, she doin' that hip shit? She listen to bronem

**** mom on the news, what the fuck she just told 'em?

What the fuck?

Like, what the fuck?

Grrah, Eli, Weldon, Neaky (Grrah, grrah)

****, worda my deads is you dumb?

Y'all **** know my body, worda my deads (Worda my deads)

Grrah, grrah

Like, I'm on they block on the back of they P's

I let her hit body, now she wanna eat

MBK, and she deuce to the me

Big Makk K, I got multiple scenes

Take you this blunt, roll up this weed

It's gon' hit better, it's Matt or KT

That’s L with the Dot? You better not steam

Wherever we go, bet the bitches gon' scream

Anti-social? Done, I'ma leave

Walkin' without my gun? You hear it was a dream

Vision got blurry, almost dumped on a fiend

This not a deuce, it's a Glock with a beam

.40s, 9s, extendos, that's D's

And I done got booked with like multiple G's

And **** went poof, made multiple bleed

And **** went, "PAAA", made multiple scream

****, bro, you can't see that we bendin'?

Gun got bought, ****, free Smith and Wesson

I'm tryna flock shit with all my attention

And I been DTB, I had multiple lessons

Shootin' range, fuck it, multiple sessions

Fuck a deal, I was splittin' the bread with the trenches

Lamar Gibson, stuck on the benches

And no, we ain't known just for playin' defensive

Slime time, we wipe his nose if it's runny

Bend back around on that block, make it ugly

You don't slide or provide, why you callin' me muddy?

Fuck all the dissin', I'm prayin' for Sonny

Diss 'cause that wasn't funny

I don't even try, still could tell that she love me

I walk in the spot and the bitches still duck me

Shots gettin' thrown, I can't wait to see Bloodie

And auntie still mad, I can't wait to see Cuzzy

MBK and I bet she still fuck me

If God ain't complainin', can't nobody judge me

If God don't come get me, can't nobody touch me

Go out with a bang, get him shot, he a dummy

Throw 30 or better, they think they could rush me

Tryna spin through the B, have it uppin' on honey