Wrong Things Lyrics

Yeah, that's good, paranoid

Yeah

Aye

Hoe, you need to focus on me!

Not who I slept wit'

None of my exes

None of the women you believe I'm contemplatin' as my next bitch

I'm an investment

Gotta protect it

No, you can't go through my phone

You be like Dallas and Houston

All in my texts

Callin' and message

Puttin' everyone you cross in a section

Block 'em together like, dog, is this Tetris?

Hoe

She think I'm up to no good; man, my broad is a skeptic

Who the fuck, what the fuck, when the fuck, where the fuck, why the fuck, how?

Always in question

Say the shit nag her

Swear I got groupies because I'm a rapper

Keep what she read on her head like a MAGA

Had her

Worried 'bout scrollin' through my camera roll like a actor

Readin' a script

Under her thumb, she see a pic

Hair in a bun, sweetest of lips

Softest of tongue, Ds are the tits

Ass is on dumb; Jesus, she thick

Kissed by the sun, feet I would lick

Is she the one? I'm pleadin' the fifth

Reason a bit

Hoe, you need to focus on me

'Fore your night back at home in the sheets

We could vibe, hit the floor and be free

Keep your mind off my phone and get peace

Hoe, you need to focus on me

I could take you high like smokin' the tree

Make you touch the sky and go to your peak

Or spend your whole life alone in the streets

Hoe, you need to focus on me

Don't worry 'bout what a nigga doin', if I hide it 'hind ya back, bitch

That Birkin runnin' 'way from ya, tryna catch me; chase a bag, bitch

Don't trip

Pour a glass of that potion

Weed and coke, I'm the dopest

Tossin' clothes how she throw fits

Focus

Pay attention to me

Hoe

Where you goin', if I leave?

Hoe

Who are you, without me?

Hoe

Is what is and gon' be

Hoe

All of that stressin' is toxic, drop it

You remindin' me of Drake wit' a Stan

Stalkin' The Gram

Checkin' the comments, plottin'

Not makin' you any profit, nonsense

All of your friends just gossip, stop it

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout

All of them bitches so all of 'em bitchin', I get it

But fuck what they barkin' 'bout

I show how the game is played

You know I'm LeBron wit' the fadeaway

We already bumpin' the 808s

Don't get your heart broken like Ye, today; it's Jay

Hoe, you need to focus on me

'Fore your night back at home in the sheets

We could vibe, hit the floor and be free

Keep your mind off my phone and get peace

Hoe, you need to focus on me

I could take you high like smokin' the tree

Make you touch the sky and go to your peak

Or spend your whole life alone in the streets

Hoe, you need to focus on-

Hoe, you need to focus on-

Hoe, you need to focus on me