[Chorus: Slim Dunkin]
I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die
I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die
I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die
I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die
They 'bout to make me come up out my Pradas
Grab a ski mask and the chopper
You niggas still trying to rob the robbers
I'm the answer, what the fuck's your problem?
[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin]
Okay, left 300, shoot 400
Snapback cash, strapped up, I ain't running
G5 on me, Brick Squad youngin'
Bands right there got the TEC-9 drumming
Blaat, tick tack, nigga, take that
Blaat, OG like a 8-track
Blaat, more pumps than [?]
Pulled up in a Maybach, club go straight jack
I'm in a straight jacket, I'ma stay bracking
Pistol with me, black [?] leave your face flat
Put Atlanta on my back like a Braves jacket
Lots of flying body parts
Automatic in my hood, AK my shit
I don't play the radio and they don't play my shit, squad
I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die
I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die
I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die
I'm the wrong one to try if you don't wanna die
They 'bout to make me come up out my Pradas
Grab a ski mask and the chopper
You niggas still trying to rob the robbers
I'm the answer, what the fuck's your problem?
[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin]
Okay, left 300, shoot 400
Snapback cash, strapped up, I ain't running
G5 on me, Brick Squad youngin'
Bands right there got the TEC-9 drumming
Blaat, tick tack, nigga, take that
Blaat, OG like a 8-track
Blaat, more pumps than [?]
Pulled up in a Maybach, club go straight jack
I'm in a straight jacket, I'ma stay bracking
Pistol with me, black [?] leave your face flat
Put Atlanta on my back like a Braves jacket
Lots of flying body parts
Automatic in my hood, AK my shit
I don't play the radio and they don't play my shit, squad
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