Wrong Turn Lyrics

I just made the wrong turn now I'm pulling up on Cassil

Niggas washed up no pape shit be tragic

I can't dickride these lame niggas it be madness

I can bust a couple grams down, break the plastic

Stretching out my money, incredible it be elastic

If you gone hop on that road is you gone panic

Stack or starve the money coming I'm a glad man

Pints coming in, bloody getting fat

My bitch getting mad, I said we too attached

You ain't never had to chop a brick, nigga cut the cap

Hate these lame outta towners, wit yo jeffin' ass

I get on yo head, I get on yo top, fiend be snorting blow

No wonder why he want it on the rocks, scraping up the… my unky tripping tryna scrape the pot

You sent the shots ain't scored a ticket, tell em pass the rock

You lost yo' bag 100 times, is that a sign to stop

Ain't got credentials in the city, you can't claim a block

Say he a shooter in the moment, you a gamer huh

I lost my brother, why you think a nigga hate the block

I can't hug this shit, I catch Quay, an overkill, tryna face a fifth

Sipping wockhardt and pink lines, we finna pour a six

Throwing up the 7's for my brother, nigga fuck a pic

The federalés be around, so niggas moving swift

I be out the way, tryna maintain, niggas think they sweet

Just because a nigga gangbang

Glocked up, with hair trigger, make yo brains hang

Send a couple niggas over there and make yo lane change

He made the wrong turn, I guess he gotta die, put my Glock in the air

The choppa on the couch, prolly macking with a hoe

While I'm facing wock, he thought we was finna stop, he heard the first Glock

He made the wrong turn, I guess he gotta die, put my Glock in the air

The choppa on the couch, prolly macking with a hoe

While I'm facing wock, he thought we was finna stop, he heard the first Glock

Put yo' hands in the air, don't even tap them pockets

He was finna takeoff, we hit em with a rocket

Got a lil' witch on my pistol, you know it ain't stopping

Tryna pop me in the club, I been done killed a bouncer

I'm off the drugs booted up, got a lil slut, I told her toot it up

You can't get from A to B, you riding in a pooty putt

He was dissing on the gram, but I heard he suited up

They caught em' and his mans, I'm guessing it's a two for one

Please get out my way if you ain't tryna cash a bin

We can make a couple dollars, let's create a CPN

Thinking bout my brother make a nigga wanna spin

Ten bands ain't no cheese, you better find another bag

He made the wrong turn, I guess he gotta die, put my Glock in the air

The choppa on the couch, prolly macking with a hoe

While I'm facing wock, he thought we was finna stop, he heard the first Glock

He made the wrong turn, I guess he gotta die, put my Glock in the air

The choppa on the couch, prolly macking with a hoe

While I'm facing wock, he thought we was finna stop, he heard the first Glock