P-Trill - Mr. Wrong Song's Intro Lyrics

I'ma show y'all how I got the nickname Mr. Wrong Song
Let's get it, haha, it's in full effect
Aight, watch this, uh

Santa's elves, we be wrappin', huh
Seven Dwarves, y'all be cappin' up
Comin' with facts like I'm Snapple, uh
Y'all cannot f*ck with my faction, huh
We are not new to this rap shit, bruh
Work for figures with our actions, huh
Move like JT, I be actin' up
Ain't talkin' Jay, we be stackin' up
Ha, I'm outta my mind, snappin'
Turtle, these n***** be small, fragment
Perfectin' my craft, practice
She likin' my swag, it's the fabric
Heart colder than South Dakota
Just wanna be rich, no Porter
Goin' dumb like out of order
I want energy
Wrong song

N***** be gassin' shit
Humble, but far from the average kids
Yeah, fly on my Cassius shit
Don't play for LA, don't pass the clips
Nah, we got what you lackin' in
I bet if you listen you'll catch the wit
I'm passive-aggressive with flashy shit
I promise we'll make everlastin' (Wrong song)

Drip-ity drip, but I'm throwin' that fire
Might be bipolar, I stay undecided
Shorty on me, make her sing like a choir
Holla at beats, no hitman, get me hired
Like Santa's elves, we precise with the rappin'
Ain't no one drippin' as hard as my faction
All this designer I mix, I'm still matchin'
Humble verbally, but loud with the fashion, ha
Prepared, ain't no need to get ready
You speak on TK, now you deady
Cook up like spaghetti
Jam with the fam like we jelly
Slim fit, but I know the bars heavy
Pack you up, no Hefty
On my twist, I get crazy
Workin' always, there's no time to be lazy
6'2'', on my breesh, now I'm 8 feet
Converse with (Wrong song)

I never needed no jewels to glisten
Always been lit, I just needed ignition
Heir to the throne like Tut the Egyptian
Shit could get dark, I don't mean the (Uh, wrong song)

Doin' more, and talkin' less
Fallin' back is how you cancel stress
Strong voice in conference, ready for the press
And who the best up next n*****, take a guess
New players been winnin', we ain't even register
Game on lock like a hidden character
True to my soul, how I move with my caliber
Beat the case more than once, need better challengers
Somethin' in common, we silent but deady
We Musketeers mixed with Ed, Edd and Eddy
Spit quick like clips, no Carly, Sam, and Freddy
Ahead of time like we live backwards, you get me?

Uh huh, ahead of time like we live backwards, you get me?
Ah, ah
Prepared, ain't no need to get ready
You speak on TK, now you
Nah, let me chill
Aight, Mr. Wrong Song signin' out, we outta here