J.LBS - Kno Ya Wrong lyrics

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Know you're wrong, ooh Hey, know you're wrong, ooh These, all they wanna call you talkin' 'bout what they need Know you're wrong, know you're wrong, oh [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] All I hear, "Gimme, gimme" When y'all was sleepin', who was workin' with me But want these benefits and tour the city Leechin', won't you find your titty Know you're wrong, know you're wrong, ooh yeah Days prayin' on my knees We made it from the feet, yeah Then this leech came along Know you're wrong, oh You want me do the work, then you live off my life Know you're wrong, huh Say you got my back but revealin' snake eyes Know you're wrong, huh When I was doin' bad, wasn't textin' my phone Know you're wrong Oh now you wonder what, what What you wonder? Huh Call me, yeah Know you're wrong, oh Rappin' my a** off, n***a You're tryna blur my picture Want me down there with you Tryna blow my high You wanna steer my drive You askin' more than my moms Try corruptin' my mind Let's do some work with them rhymes When I was broke, you was gone [Hook: ScHoolboy Q] Know you're wrong, oh I Know you're wrong, oh I [Intro: Lance Skiiiwalker] Say words can't express what you do for me when you appear And don't be blind to see my love is the punch you shouldn't feel Say words can't express what you do for me when you appear And don't be blind to see my love is the punch you shouldn't feel Say girl jump in my bank account So I can deposit you I'm goin' through withdrawals And I can't afford to lose Say girl jump in my bank account So I can deposit you I'm goin' through withdrawals And I can't afford to lose [Verse: ScHoolboy Q] Plasma my TV screen Hope I go out like BB King The front row, they cheer for God I'm sold out on everything Last night, it was a dream Thinkin' 'bout you in the worst way I need your cake like it's your birthday I'm tryna be in front the TIME page And plus you rockin' with the big dog I need my bread like it's the 5th floor Little lettuce, slice of cheese, s**a please What it's hittin' for Let's split the middle like a Philly roll I get a half, you get a half f** up some commas, I'm a nympho I'm goin' in just like a dimple Shots of Patrón to the temple Collard greens, I stay givin' thanks Deposit your love, we gon' flood the bank Wish away, never lose Lose [Outro: Lance Skiiiwalker] Now what we do be up to you, baby Keep you up past your curfew, lady Then drive you home with some drive through dome, baby Keep you out tonight, drinks on, lady Now what we do be up to you, baby Keep you up past your curfew, lady Then drive you home with some drive through dome, baby Keep you out tonight, drinks on, lady No sacrifice Girl, just bein' precise With my hands on the wheel While you play with the vice