Am I Wrong? lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Gang
Drip, drip, drip, drip

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
She a lil' pretty b*tch (Real pretty)
I keep her in Chanel and Louie, no Fendi sh*t (Chanel and Louie)
I met her in Philly, she said she from Brooklyn, we know that I'm drilling it
I got that sh*t on me, know that I'm feeling it (Know that I'm feeling, yeah)
Big ass truck, I'm wheeling it (Skkr, skkr)
They say it's up, like what? Well f*ck, then it's stuck
[?] she wanna f*ck me 'cause I come with benefits
I wanna f*ck 'cause I wanna finish it (I wanna finish)
Get over here (Get over here)
I cannot [?], that sh*t in a [?]
Compact Glock with a thirty shot minimum
n*ggas tryna pop, we kill all ten of 'em (Kill all ten of 'em)
Get over here (Get over here)
This sh*t serial, get hit in your head
My young n*gga, he right out the feds
I had to give him some bread
Shawty so sexy, I f*cked in the phantom before he get to bed
Get in my bag when I'm off that drank, I had to put down the red
n*ggas get killed by speaking on me, so he shouldn't have said what he said
He know what I'm on, you already know what I'm on
You already know what I'm on, know what I'm doing
I'm liking her pictures, I'm up in her DM, she came to the penthouse at four in the morn'
Left in a Uber and came on a [?], got you looking all stupid like "what was you doing?"
She wanna rock that Chanel on a weekday and fly on a PJ, I'm putting her on (No cap, yeah)
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Am I wrong for tryna put a box in my new wraith?
And am I wrong?
Got a bad b*tch on a bad b*tch, going two way
'Cause she be off the molly, she ain't feeling no wrong
Head all [?] with the gang today
She been outside, she ain't really tryna go back home
Love her, that [?] baddie gon' do what I say

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Am I wrong?
'Cause [?] that switch, it's gonna kill (Yeah)
Now am I wrong?
f*ck all that, I might go pop this pill (Yeah, woah)
Boy just pulled up and he just came off a drill, [?]
Bad b*tch on me, she tryna just f*ck me, yeah, 'cause I am successful
I told my b*tch she can do what she want, yeah, I don't care if I let you
I know you be with some n*ggas in the A, I don't even care if they text you
I don't say too much, put one hundred thousand in my grill
I can't die, my life [?] motherf*cker will
Pockets buff, don't got no low numbers, b*tch, I got bills
Get it, b*tch tryna f*ck and she just tryna f*ck for the high (Nah)
I'm tryna f*ck for the low
She tryna go out to dinner, I pulled up a Lamb'
She tryna f*ck on the goat
She looked at me, wow
Water on me like the sham, like I just jumped off a boat
She said she don't sing, made her hit the high note
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Am I wrong for tryna put a box in my new wraith?
And am I wrong?
Got a bad b*tch on a bad b*tch, going two way
'Cause she be off the molly, she ain't feeling no wrong
Head all [?] with the gang today
She been outside, she ain't really tryna go back home
Love her, that [?] baddie gon' do what I say