WRONG 1 Lyrics

XK ain't got heeks

Yeah, bitch, you chose the wrong One Yeah, bitch, it's fourth Quarter, I'm goin

Too hard And I'm with some Niggas, they shootin' better Than Point guards Tell them niggas, Guard up, show you you chose

The wrong one, you cross me, but Need me up in the long

Run , Ian worried , though, I shoot Like curry

Though Like when is , they gon' Learn, though, I

Come through murder show, You Know you ain't gon' blow the hoe, So

What you got it for? they already Know I'm bout it, though

But niggas play the law. Yeah, we Come through like Freddy Krueger

We choppin' shit up I'm with a Whole lot of red niggas, they

Throwin' up blood I'm with a Whole lot of gang niggas, they

Tryna shoot sum', You with a Whole lot of fed niggas, they don't

Want no war, They wit' all that Talkin', I can't fuck with

That at all Man, I love the way she Walkin', had to see

What's in them drawers' what you Wean, had to pin her to

The cross All I do is swipe my Card, I don't gotta ask

The cost

Bitch, I step fasho', you ain't gotta Ask about it

Plus I'm bringing' pressure, man, You go better go ask, your bro About it

We pull up in that Pick up, man, We tryna come and curbside him

Watch what you say, you better Watch your words, partner

They pickin' sides, but I can't pick And choose

Niggas postin' guns, playin', we Got blickies, too

Pray to god my gun, dont jam When I finish, you

They gangster shit is somethin' That you should not get into

Bitch you chose the wrong one, Bitch you chose the wrong one