Glorilla - Wrong One Lyrics

(Tay Keith f*ck these niggas up)
Glorilla

He had the right game
But he just picked the wrong one
(F*ck wrong with this dumb ass nigga?)
Uh, I had to show him I'm that bitch but I'm my daddy son
Mmh, I'm the one (mmh, I'm the one)
Slime ho
When it come to dogging niggas, I do that for fun
I do that for fun, I do that for fun
Steady shitting up on these bitches like I got the runs (the shit)
Like I got the runs, like I got the runs (the shit, the shit)

Gloss, he got the right bitch (right bitch)
Wrong time (wrong time)
AP, he on my time (my time)
Delivery on Amazon Prime
I'm bad as f*ck it should be a crime (bad)
Poster thoughts f*ck what they think (f*ck 'em)
I have a nigga thinking with his meat (what?)
One thing I ain't is f*cking cheap
You sure that's the nigga you wanna keep? (You sure?)

You used to be the shit in school but now it's my turn
Hitting it from the back after I buss over his sideburns (woo)
I be making hits but you should know I'm not a fighter
(Ay, uh, they mess 'em up for Glo', you know that, yeah)
I'm a nigga biggest blessing, he don't even gotta sneeze (achoo)
Pull up in that ahh ahh, it don't even got no keys (skrrt)
Shit on bitches all year, I don't let bitches get a season
Go ask that hoe why she don't like me, bitch won't even have a reason
He ask what nigga I be rapping 'bout, I told him, "I'm just rhyming, baby"
Soon as he click on my IG, nigga get to masturbating (ooh)
(Motherf*ckin' tender dick-ass nigga)
(Soon as he click on my IG, nigga get to masturbating)

He had the right game
But he just picked the wrong one
(F*ck wrong with this dumb ass nigga?)
Uh, I had to show him I'm that bitch but I'm my daddy son
Mmh, I'm the one (mmh, I'm the one)
Slime ho
When it come to dogging niggas, I do that for fun
I do that for fun, I do that for fun
Steady shitting up on these bitches like I got the runs
Like I got the runs, like I got the runs (uh)

Come get yo' nigga, he sending me pictures
He giving me money and all his weed
Sending me paragraphs, pouring his heart out
Saying some shit I ain't gone even read
Uh, no, I ain't reading this shit, no

(It's Carbon, bitch)
And he believing that I love him, nigga, you can't be that dumb
Don't really recall conceiving but you bitches is my sons
And we ain't beefing over socials, I could never break my thumb
Won't cut deals with no promoters, you can't pay, I can't perform

Uh, talk to niggas how I want to and they let me (uh)
They love me when I talk and 'bout my shit they say it's sexy (uh-huh)
These niggas be so cap that's why I don't do no texting (what? Nah)
You know I ain't yo' bitch (I ain't yo' bitch)
You not my nigga so don't question me (the f*ck?)

(Yo' ass is dumb)

He had the right game
But he just picked the wrong one
(F*ck wrong with this dumb ass nigga?)
Uh, I had to show him I'm that bitch but I'm my daddy son
Mmh, I'm the one (mmh, I'm the one)
Slime ho
When it come to dogging niggas, I do that for fun
I do that for fun, I do that for fun
Steady shitting up on these bitches like I got the runs
Like I got the runs, like I got the runs