Wrong With Me (feat. Shredgang Mone, HP Jrock & Tto Javi)

MIA Jay Sid
 I hear you, Jay Sid
 Turned down another deal, ay
 Fuck wrong with me?
 I just left Fairfax with a pole with me
 I just left Figueroa with a real ho with me
 Wit' some real hit men, worth a mill' though
 Before I ever did a scam, I sold some pills though
 I'm a real artist, my dawgs kill though
 You better chill, bruh (see y'all boys)
 I just took another hit
 What's wrong with me?
 Glizzy on my hip, I'll take a nigga soul with it
 Choppa get to singing niggas songs, Keyshia Cole with it
 Wake up, brush my teeth and wash my face then grab my pole, nigga
 Way before Jay got off parole, he kept a pole with him
 Glock 27, you know we love them four 0's, nigga
 When we was snatched his glasses, y'all was doing the heel toe
 Niggas ain't no opps, niggas just some real hos
 I just bought a new rollie
 Fuck wrong with me?
 Jackboys hit the party, taking jewelry from these ho niggas
 I'm too yellow and skinny not to have a big pole with me
 One man army, shoot the glizzy like I'm Kobe
 Choppa get to kickin' niggas, that's Jack Chan
 I keep breaking these bitches, I can't stop getting them backends
 Let that choppa speak, these pussy niggas better act dead
 Two hundred shots ridin' wit' me, came in with savages
 Ay, my nigga still taking shit
 Man, what's wrong with him?
 And your man shootin' in the air, he brought a drone with him, uh
 Ay, come get a big ass circle in that Vlone, nigga uhh
 Fuck you rap niggas, I got my own niggas
 Your dawg coulda had a body, but he froze, nigga
 Niggas hate my TTO niggas, they hoin' niggas
 Lay on that floor, nigga, huh
 Gimme that gold, nigga, huh
 Or you can get smoked, nigga, huh
 Big 4-0 with me, it stay by my side
 Call up Drey, I know he gon' be the first to slide
 I be searchin' for the opps, where them niggas hidin'?
 We the reason that them niggas never come outside
 Don't get hit with this Glock, it ain't no comin' back
 We really lookin' for the opps 'cause this shit more than rap
 Hop out on a pussy ass nigga, gimme that
 Niggas callin' for they shit, but they can't get it back
 Choppa get to kickin' niggas round, feel like Bruce Lee
 And that bitch got a 100 rounds, can shoot a movie
 They don't want no smoke with us 'cause these niggas coochie
 Gary got my neck iced up, I feel like Gucci
 And my pockets filled up with paper, ain't talkin' loose leaves
 I ain't talkin' 'bout construction paper, I got blue sheets
 Like a dyke, I gotta take the strap to get some coochie
 I don't feel safe danglin' 20 G's around no groupies
 I smell pussy
 I took dawg shit, made him strip bare booty
 He been Twitter thuggin' ever since, dawg goofy
 Still be at the corner house on Mark Twain, why you ain't shoot me?
 The feds ain't thinkin' 'bout you, you ain't touch 50
 Every time I leave the house, the narcs fuck with me
 Off-White hoodie cost 650
 But I punched it, really I ain't payin' one penny
 Seven six twos hit him, he gon' be like "huh?"
 Detectives ask me 'bout the shootin', I'ma be like "huh?"
 When my lawyer get me off, they gon' be like "huh?"
 While I'm in the foreign laughin' like
 Bandgang (bandgang)