Kno Ya Wrong (Explicit) - Schoolboy Q/Lance Skiiiwalker

Written by：Quincy Hanley/Alan Maman/Jason Pounds/Lance Howard

Producer：Alchemist/J. Lbs.

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 ooh

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 huh

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**ga

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

Know you're wrong oh I

Know you're wrong oh I

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 so I can deposit you two

I'm goin' through withdrawals three

And I can't afford to lose so

Girl jump in my bank account

So so I can deposit you two

I'm goin' through withdrawals three

And I can't afford to lose

Plasma my TV screen

Hope I go out like B. B. 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 sucka please

What it's hittin' for

Let's split the middle like a philly roll

I get a half you get a half

F**k 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

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