Lyrics Nothing Wrong - 102 Gang

If I go broke today
I'm gone sit on the block
Lonely i turnt to a rock
And i been ditching the cops

Whole lotta gang shit f"ck the opss
You know im ready to rock oh i wanna see a million dollars
No cap
Run up the bands
Run up the racks
She a lil bit'ch i hit from the back
Smoking on cookie
He is a rookie
I'm feeling like tunchie in his prime
Them dimonds be mine
Yeah them bit'ches be mine
I dont have time

I been traping all day long
Now im posted in the studio
Trinna make a song
I'm sippin on a pink juice
Big backwood what i smoke
Ain't nothing wrong
Yeah ain't nothing wrong

Count up the bands i need more
Count up the bands yeah i need more
I stack all the hunneds i stay in my zone
Can't love theses bitvhes i buy a new home
She gone let me f'ck
Cause she know we grown
Done with theses bitc'hes
Keep calling my phone
Smoke on gellato i flood the whole zone
I flood the whole zone
Poor up a 4
I feel like a goat
AR around me don't be in my zone
Don't be in zone
The shooter on my back
Gone shoot up your brain
I don't f'ck with nigg""
Theses nigg"" ain't gang
Can't love this bi'tch yeah she just want the fame
I hop in a jet
I re up the gang