Wrong One lyrics

[Chorus]
Let's get some sh*t out to the forefront
Better not talk behind the store front
You motherf*ckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you n*ggas made the wrong one
These n*ggas talking about burners like we don't own those
Blasting this fully automatic, that's soul drums
You motherf*ckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you n*ggas made the wrong one

[Verse 1]
They say if money didn't change you, you ain't make enough
They say if you ain't down to bust then never say it's tough
Got a black b*tch with a body, name her Nina Skill
Don't do the back and forth racket, but Serena will
There's some couple rules I'ma share with you two
Know, n*ggas gon' hate you for whatever you do
To let it off you gon' need a right hand and the right wrist
And using the beam mean there was a chance that you might miss
A n*gga wanna send me a message, have it delivered to me
Ticket on the coupe, sheriff ain't even give it to me
They want me killed, I'm ready for it
Means I've written my will, so I'm ready for it
But I'm real so be ready for it
Cans and Desi’s for sport
Camouflagin' the cameras and battery ramming doors
We ain't amateurs at all
I flew but sent my mans in the accord
That's a plan moving forward
Do I learn to get these hammers on board, dawg?
[Chorus]
Let's get some sh*t out to the forefront
Better not talk behind the store front
You motherf*ckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you n*ggas made the wrong one
These n*ggas talking about burners like we don't own those
Blasting this fully automatic, that's soul drums
You motherf*ckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you n*ggas made the wrong one

[Verse 2]
Tell them b*tches they can all come
Three ain't mind sharing as long as I get them all to c*m
One was an alcoholic, I swear she was drinking all the rum
Two live together Uptown, but be on Fordham some
Scooped them from the Bronx, in a small bed and breakfast fam
What was ironic was these b*tches couldn't put egg to pan
Eggs to pan, thing got naked to tan
Or maybe to skinny dip but she ain't wanna wear the pants
I mean I pulled up to the block, swore I was never Neverland
Hardwood all over the crib, stepped in the Meadowlark
Gave her the "I've been missing you"-di*k, she never left again
Now the b*tch depressed again, I don't need the stress again
Steal from Rage might as well send it back
I got shooters everywhere, where you gonna spend it at? It's murder
Still a reason they made the dress code
Figure I ain't wanna spread bloodshed on nice clothes
[Chorus]
Let's get some sh*t out to the forefront
Better not talk behind the store front
You motherf*ckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you n*ggas made the wrong one
These n*ggas talking about burners like we don't owe those
Blasting this fully automatic, that's soul drums
You motherf*ckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you n*ggas made the wrong one