Dead Wrong lyrics

[Intro: Big Sad 1900]
Y'all n*ggas better stop beatin' them hoes up, man
Playin' my music, beatin' them hoes up
Y'all n*ggas crazy
Let the b*tch live, man
Let the b*tch play my music, man
Stop beatin' them hoes up, man (Cypress)
Look

[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
She flew in from the A, I took her on a date (Yeah, uh-huh)
Nice lil' b*tch with a Coke bottle shape
I'ma f*ck once, I can't be your soulmate (Nah)
I ain't got time and I can't do no role play (Nah)
You sockin' on them hoes for tryna play my songs (You n*ggas crazy)
You n*ggas crazy, you know you dead wrong (Dead wrong)
We still p*ssin' on 2exxtra's headstone (Yeah)
Ayy, big three's but you in the rеd zone (Uh-huh, look)

[Verse 1: Big Sad 1900]
I'm goin in, I don't need no headphones
Whеn it get dark, you n*ggas like to head home
She a stallion, lil' baby legs long
FaceTime me, ho, you on a fed' phone
I'm turnt up and I can't stop the way I'm living
She a ho, she can't stop from catchin' feelings
Park in front and let 'em know I'm in the building
I'm blowin' up and all my cars gon' be a million
I'm the n*gga, lil' baby, I'm the n*gga
He wanna be me on the net like he a killa
She like athletes, rappers and drug dealers
It ain't no n*gga in the city that's f*ckin' with us
[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
She flew in from the A, I took her on a date (Yeah, uh-huh)
Nice lil' b*tch with a Coke bottle shape
I'ma f*ck once, I can't be your soulmate (Nah)
I ain't got time and I can't do no role play (Nah)
You sockin' on them hoes for tryna play my songs (You n*ggas crazy)
You n*ggas crazy, you know you dead wrong (Dead wrong)
We still p*ssin' on 2exxtra's headstone (f*ck 'em)
Ayy, big three's but you in the red zone (b*tch)

[Verse 2: BlueFlag 1900]
On a interview but she thinkin' it's a date
She only twenty two but she ain't been out of state
No more jacks, lil' mama, we only eatin' steaks
Loose leafs here and that's on the wake and bakes
Hoes down with sunglasses gettin' punched on
He really gon' kill the b*tch if she come home
**** died and you sucka n*ggas stuck at home
The Cartier look good with what I got on
The first time I got locked up I was eighteen
I only went to jail 'cause y'all n*ggas said my name
Moms disappeared and Pops did the same thang
Jail ain't sh*t but a bunch of n*ggas pickin' fades

[Chorus: Big Sad 1900]
She flew in from the A, I took her on a date (Yeah, uh-huh)
Nice lil' b*tch with a Coke bottle shape
I'ma f*ck once, I can't be your soulmate (Nah)
I ain't got time and I can't do no role play (Nah)
You sockin' on them hoes for tryna play my songs (You n*ggas crazy)
You n*ggas crazy, you know you dead wrong (Dead wrong)
We still p*ssin' on 2exxtra's headstone (Yeah)
Ayy, big three's but you in the red zone (b*tch)