Am I Wrong? Songtext

Uh, drills, drills, drills
Squad, squad, squad

One by one, we pickin' 'em off
Keep on spinnin' 'til all of 'em drop, give [?] and he gettin' em off
It's free China from out of that box, come around me with jewelry, he takin' it off
That nigga rather stay home 'cause he know he don't give that shit up, then his ass get popped
She should've knew she was losing her spot as soon as she told me she don't eat cock
Nigga, I'm Baby Chef, do it so instead of Cooking With Kya, I'm cookin' with Fox
Whip on the pop with a stick on the Glock, I'm in the kitchen with bitches and bops
All in my head tryna give me a shot, I show that bitch, she was gettin' me hot
She got some big-ass glasses on [?] in y'all, she look like Von
Really don't give no fuck who you is, I'm cuttin' you off, you ain't on what I'm on
Ever seen a nigga get hit, so damn hard that his ass got sent to the sun
She said that her favorite song was Rollin', fuck that old ass song
That's not even supporting me, somebody tell me if I'm wrong (Am I wrong? Am I wrong?)

Uh, somebody tell me if I'm wrong (Am I wrong? Am I wrong?)
Uh, okay, somebody tell me if I'm wrong (Bitch am I wrong? Bitch am I wrong?)
Uh, uh, somebody tell me if I'm wrong, somebody tell me if I'm wrong
SLATT, I like switches, I'm not talkin' 'bout guns, I'm talking about the beat switch
That bitch get wetter than water, jumped in the cat and it made me seasick
I jumped out the car missin' like a bitch, need glasses, I couldn't see shit
Blood told me it's candy in the spot, I thought he was talking 'bout Reeses
I drink lean while I rap, letting a bad bitch rub my back
Spitting the bars while I'm swigging my gat, if niggas say it's smoke, it's that
Wanna come over, can't get my lo', if she wanna get fucked, gotta come to the trap
Brand new guns, brand new opps, if a nigga get caught, that's a brand new pack (Baow)
I'll come teach you a lesson, I shouldn't have booked this short ass session
Boy what the fuck you mean he ran? You could've chased him, better go catch him
She like toes, the bitch got a fetish, I like hoes, the badder the better
I can't keep shit P, the bitch block me, I'm a fuck around send her a letter
I almost just post this bitch, no lie and I just met her
I almost put the paws on dog, that nigga damn near spilled lean on my sweater
That bitch better appreciate me, I ain't gon' lie, I'm a motherfuckin' treasure
That nigga told me to pop outside without no gun, it sound like a setup It

It sound like a setup and I don't even bother niggas
I don't even bother niggas, I'm poppy nigga
I'll probably father a nigga
I don't even give a fuck about nothin'
I already come out and shot a nigga
I ain't gon' lie, my brother in this bitch, he shot a nigga
Like what?