WRONG Lyrics

Bitch I'm with the gang

Droppin' the top let it spray

Hollow bullets hit his face

I'm sippin' on drank, easter pink

I'm prayin' to god I make it today

Bitch I'm with the gang

Doin' this shit everyday

Laughin' my way to the bank

Remember the name, SBK

All of my brothers, we goin' insane

Bitch I'm with the gang

Droppin' the top let it spray

Hollow bullets hit his face

I'm sippin' on drank, easter pink

I'm prayin' to god I make it today

Bitch I'm with the gang

Doin' this shit everyday

Laughin' my way to the bank

Remember the name, SBK

All of my brothers, we goin' insane

You runnin' to nothin'

Pull up to house and we fuckin'

Look at that bitch, yeah she blushin'

White lines that we bumpin'

Smokin' good kush, yeah we pumpin'

Tune into SBK got bitches krumpin'

From nothin' to somethin'

Call me a king and we fuckin'

Stayin' at chain's cause reactions are bumpin'

Got all our haters they shittin' but jumpin'

Talk to me boy cause you look like you frontin'

Fuck a street pack got me runnin'

The streets are for runnin'

Found your bitch posted I'm comin'

Styled-up bitch got me stunnin'

There ain't no way that we bluffin'

Fuck with my flauntin'

Shine the lights on me

Not trippin' on shit because thinkin' of you is a hobby

I got knives on me

Let's pull up to Vegas I'm winnin' it good, money on me

Bitch I'm with the gang

Droppin' the top let it spray

Hollow bullets hit his face

I'm sippin' on drank, easter pink

I'm prayin' to god I make it today

Bitch I'm with the gang

Doin' this shit everyday

Laughin' my way to the bank

Remember the name, SBK

All of my brothers, we goin' insane

Bitch I'm with the gang

Droppin' the top let it spray

Hollow bullets hit his face

I'm sippin' on drank, easter pink

I'm prayin' to god I make it today

Bitch I'm with the gang

Doin' this shit everyday

Laughin' my way to the bank

Remember the name, SBK

All of my brothers, we goin' insane

Steppin' outside jus' to do cocaine

Baby, I don't even know your name

I'm skirtin' off in a new M8

Everybody call me Bruce Wayne

Yeah I'm finna laugh to the bank

These bullets, they eatin' your face

And I don't really mean, yeah, to be that guy

But it's givin' minimum wage

Bitch, please get out of the way

Hop in the booth and I'm goin' insane

All on my dick, didn't know you were gay

Bullets they fly and they eatin' yo, wait

I'm gonna wait

These bullets they fly and they hittin' you too

There ain't gon' be nothin' else left to say

They flyin' on purpose, we aim at your tooth.