Wrong One Bukshot (Ft. Rittz)

[Chorus 1: Rittz]
Somebody shoulda told you I'm the one (wrong one)
All fun and games until you see me with the shotgun (shotgun)
Homie I'm the wrong one
The wrong one (wrong one), wrong one, wrong one
Motherfucker I'm the wrong one
The wrong one (wrong one), wrong one, the wrong one
Motherfucker I'm the wrong one

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Beating on my hundred round drum
Bullet in the head and these people go dumb
Seen a lot of fuckboy shit where I'm from
Backpack on and my Uzi weighs a ton (weighs a ton)
Sick of talking, timе to pull it out and let it bang (bang)
Never been a punk, I put that shit on еverything (thing)
Let 'em go, squeeze the trigger, leave 'em critical (cal)
They don't even know they're fucking with a criminal (nal)
Leave 'em in the river with the fish and crawdads
They will never say another word just like a ball-gag
Embrace conflict, always down for combat
Federal convict, bitch you better fall back
Ain't nobody playing with ya, better get the picture
Before the pump decides to roll just like a pack of Critters
Spraying everything down like a fire hose
Leave these motherfuckers looking like a side-show