MoneyBagg Yo - Wat Be Wrong

(Tay Keith fuck these niggas up)

What be wrong with niggas?
Man, what be wrong with bitches?
Uh, uh, go

Back in the hood, with my ice on (right now)
Niggas put up they quarantined
You got ahead then told that man (why?)
Look at the drip, like Visine
Shot off, I put a lil' sauce in every bitch I come 'cross
Pop off, bring yo' ass outside or we gon' shoot the lock off
Fuck yo' apology, gotta fix it how you broke it
Tell the internet you sorry, you don't know what you was smoking
I can peep how niggas feel through all them stories they be posting
She fuck with the winning team but I can't treat her like no trophy (no sir)
Hit her with the Heisman, I'm not on that type of timing (stiff-arm)
Blue hunnids match my diamonds, I understood the assignment (details)
I'm in the Maybach vibing, them killers gon' trial behind me
Telling all them war stories, I never heard about you sliding

What be wrong with niggas?
Man, what be wrong with bitches?
Speak

Let me teach him, he wasn't on point, had to brief him
You not my opp, you a hater, stop telling people we beefing
She want me to take her serious, I don't know what she was thinking
Still ain't find out what to call it, we just sneaking and linking (uh-huh)
Catch me coming down your timeline giving it (gave)
It go viral, they mimic it
I'm speaking up 'cause I ain't feeling it (nope)
Errbody don't deserve it (what?)
I been acting stingy with my energy
Still in cahoots with some dope boys that be rein' up with the stimulus
Packing and stacking and flipping it, hey
How you cross yo' nigga for a bitch that's temporary? (Huh)
From EBT to BET, lil' ho I'm legendary (big Bagg)
Shaking my head 'cause this shit sad but it's still funny (what?)
Nigga's a call a baby big bruh if he got some money

What be wrong with niggas?
Man, what be wrong with bitches?

Written by:
Demario Dewayne White Jr.

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