Wrong One Lyrics

ACAB, but you're quick to call the cops

A fake-ass cunt, now you hang with the opps

Always playing games and could never be real

Now it's time to die bitch, you're gonna taste the steel

Screaming Fuck the cops, but ain't ever caught a charge

Talking all this shit and always acting hard

Banging on the net and posting all these guns

Talked shit about me, you met the wrong one

Gun to your head, I'm gonna squeeze the trigger

Now you found out I'm a real heavy hitter

Draco with a drum or Glock with a switch

It won't Fuckin matter, my bullets they won't miss

My bullets won't miss

Straight to your fucking head

Caught the hollow point tip

Now you know that pussy's dead

Quick with your hands or quick with a gun

Better figure out which motherfucking one

Creepin' while you're sleeping and I'm coming for your life

Keep your guard up or you'll be gone tonight

Won't live another day, I practice what I preach

This murder mentality not something you can teach

Body count on the rise, I'm adding to the score

Extendo on a dirty stick, can't take anymore