SwaggBoyReek - Wrong (Ft. Getta ComeUp & Reese Youngn)

(Chorus: Getta ComeUp)

Left a n*gga stranded I did nothing wrong

You left a n*gga stranded I did nothing wrong
Why you always leave when it’s something wrong
Ain’t replying to my textes even called ya phone
Until these packs is gone I ain’t going home

You left a n*gga stranded I did nothing wrong
Why you always leave when it’s something wrong
Ain’t replying to my textes even called ya phone
Until these packs is gone I ain’t going home


(Verse 1: SwaggBoyReek)

Where was the love when I was so fucked up
Damn I couldn’t think I was off so much drugs
Had to get my gwop up I’m my own damn plug
N*ggas Hate because I’m back and bitch I’m so turnt up

I’m Gettin rich again, taking a sip again
Hittin a B*tch again, takin a trip out to michigan
F*uckin and f*uckin on all of my thotties and n*ggas be witnessing
And takin a path where n*ggas ah fold cause N*gga I’m different
This is my life n*gga this ain’t no game
I’m chasin the money I don’t do this for fame
Y’all n*ggas tryna be like me put dat s*it on my name
But me and all of you rappers we ain’t nothing the same n*gga stay in ya lane

Imma keep goin til I hit da top, get you some money stop chasin a thot
It’s so many b*tches be throwin da box
And n***as be hatin they throwin some shots
They missin thoe cause i dont pay attention thoe
They Talkin off my head M*ffucka I don’t listen thoe


(Chorus: Getta ComeUp)

You left a n*gga stranded I did nothing wrong
Why you always leave when it’s something wrong
Ain’t replying to my textes even called ya phone
Until these packs is gone I ain’t going home

You left a n*gga stranded I did nothing wrong
Why you always leave when it’s something wrong
Ain’t replying to my textes even called ya phone
Until these packs is gone I ain’t going home


(Verse 2: Reese Youngn)
Until the pack leave I ain’t going home
I den clocked in a hunnit g’s off this mobile phone
N*gga my eyes bleed when I’m home alone
I know a demon inside me what the f*ck is going on

Shooting that choppa while I’m driving I’m a rolling stone
I got all 223s inside it n***a its going long
I think I’m in love with the violence this s*it over-strong
When I sneeze these n*ggas freeze what we blowing home

I think I really need something to focus on
Cuz n***as keep switching they page man type know we on
The opps keep Gettin shots but they want some more patron
He hot actin what he not what type of coke he on

I don’t know how I just f*cked up the verse and I don’t even know the song
Told that b*tch don’t bring ya skirt make sure ya throat is on
Imma put that pussy right on my chest even if my shirt is on
Thought ya n***a was really a vent look what type of dirt he on

(Chorus: Getta ComeUp)

You left a n*gga stranded I did nothing wrong
Why you always leave when it’s something wrong
Ain’t replying to my textes even called ya phone
Until these packs is gone I ain’t going home
You left a n*gga stranded I did nothing wrong
Why you always leave when it’s something wrong
Ain’t replying to my textes even called ya phone
Until these packs is gone I ain’t going home