What’s Wrong lyrics
by Young Dolph & Key Glock
[Chorus]
Ay, what the f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these n*ggas, uh
b*tch, the street for real, I keep that chrome on me, n*gga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but full of phony lil' n*ggas
[Verse 1]
No lie, every n*gga 'round me, yeah, they gon' fire
Don't try, FN five-seven rippin' your spine
Homicide, ain't nobody see sh*t but them bullets fly
Bullets fly, I'ma drop a body before I drop a dime
No time for these maggot b*tches that play both sides
No diamonds in my plain Jane, my wrist a gold mine
b*tch I drip-drip, I need a wet floor sign
b*tch I cash out every time, don't need a co-sign
Motherf*ck that, I got hella racks
b*tch, back-back, watch these n*ggas savin' hoes
They need to save up some racks
I might work a ho, 'cause, yeah, you know I'm a mack
Pull up, Eldorado 'Lac
Turnt to the max
Never been a punk n*gga, always kept a strap
I'm fastest for his gun, young n*gga runnin' up that check
Yeah, I'll take him out, b*tch, I'll strike you out, who next at bat?
Huh? He say he f*ckin' with me
[Chorus]
Ay, what the f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these n*ggas, uh
b*tch, the street for real, I keep that chrome on me, n*gga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but full of phony lil' n*ggas
[Interlude]
My wrist a gold mine, ohh
A gold mine
[Verse 2]
Yeah, it's a fire in the booth
This young n*gga the truth
I'm smoking on forbidden fruit
And it smell, just like a poot
I'm a lion in the coupe
Have you seen a lion shoot?
Get out of line than I do
(Fire, fire, fire) who are you, n*gga??
[Chorus]
The f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas? Uh
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these n*ggas, uh
b*tch, the street for real, I keep that chrome on me, n*gga
Yeah, this industry ain't none but full of phony lil' n*ggas
[Outro]
The f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas? Uh
Is wrong with these n*ggas
Is wrong with these n*ggas
The f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas? Uh
Is wrong with these n*ggas
Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these n*ggas, nah