paroles de chanson What's Wrong - Figg Panamera

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
We got money way longer than these niggas (woah)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you (woah)
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas (with these niggas)
We got money longer more than these niggas (woah)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
We got money way longer than these niggas (woah)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you (woah)
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas (with these niggas)
We got money way longer than these niggas (woah)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you (woah)

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
We got money way longer than these niggas (woah)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you (woah) (they for real!)
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas (with these niggas)
We got money way longer than these niggas (woah) (we got money way longer)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you (woah)

We take them bitch nigga to Bleveland then we kill him (soowoo!)
Trick or treat, bitch, I'm hot as a skillet
Man, I've been high for so long, gon lost my feelings (oh my god)
Nigga play with JT, swear to god I'ma lose my ceilings
I got in touch with the racks and I ran 'em up for my kiddies
I spent like fifty whole racks, fuck up my voice and my kidneys
Young Thug got cheese like croissants
My shoes don't got shoestrings so, therefore, I lace the blunt (know I'm saying?)
Sittin' in the helicopter, watching these roaches
I'ma pop em all, pop em all, pop em all (pop em all)
Run into yo bitch and told her three things
Drop them draws, drop them draws, drop them draws (drop them bitch)
Pour up a four and take a pill but these ain't Tylenol
I'm on a one five cents, child lock, Young Future gon top you all

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
We got money way longer than these niggas (woah)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you (woah)
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas (with these niggas)
We got money way longer than these niggas (woah)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you (woah)