Текст песни Never Be Wrong - GMG Lulheim

Since a youngin
I swear this bag will never run out
Niggas was fighting
Cared bout my life so I keep my gun out
Said fuck the diamonds she want chrome heart
I'm hiding pounds up in the kitchen till the stove start
Yea
Yea

Feel like she french the way she kiss me
Looking back she love the way I hit it
Me and Swerve looking opps
Ain't get active in a minute
In the stu go bar for bar
Round for round
Opp get up we knock him down
Babygirl don't make a sound
Can't stress you out I'm leaving now

Heard he hiding then we scope him out
I wan get rich, these niggas do it for the clout
I'm with your bitch and I can tell she got a dirty mouth
I clean my stick so I don't miss
Benjamins is what I miss
Call her bm, she ate my kids

Niggas dissing but the not tryna get wit me
Keep a 50
Bet this 30 round drum gon make em shimmy
How you hating never met me
How many shots, bitch I got plenty
3 drive bys straight out the bentley
Sipping woky like it's henny

You won't come driving by block bitch thats suicide
We burning hotter then the sun baby you and I
You don't gotta worry bout a thing you know I Provide
I ain't into all that lying
Change my ways you know I'm trying
Out in public never hiding
Never purping always sliding
Took his life his momma crying
All these diamonds on me shining
Call on Swerve that my Bro, Yea
(GMG)
(Ahh)

You won't come driving by block bitch thats suicide
We burning hotter then the sun baby you and I
You don't gotta worry bout a thing you know I Provide
I ain't into all that lying
Change my ways you know I'm trying
Out in public never hiding

Feel like she french the way she kiss me
Looking back she love the way I hit it
Me and Swerve looking opps
Ain't get active in a minute
In the stu go bar for bar
Round for round
Opp get up we knock him down
Babygirl don't make a sound
I'm leaving now can't stress you out
Like b&b we rent the house
Got too much money I gotta count
No I'd never let you down
Don't your neck girl turn around
I'm getting drip, they asking how
My opps turning from man to mouse
You got gas, we blitz your house
Know they hear me don't got to shout