More songs by YFN Lucci
Description
Executive Producer: Dae'Shawn "Dae-Day" Shelton
A And R Administrator: Essence Carson
Executive Producer: G. "Fly" Henry
Executive Producer: Gilles Walters
Producer: Jeez
Programmer: Jeez
A& R: Justin “Teddy” Harris
Executive Producer: Keith Dawson
A And R Administrator: Lisa Smith Craig
Executive Producer: YFN Lucci
Vocals: YFN Lucci
Writer: Rayshawn Bennett
Writer: Jesus Presta
Writer: Lawrence Jones
Lyrics and translation
Original
It was a wrong time.
Oh yeah.
It was a wrong time.
Ooh.
It was a wrong time.
It was a wrong time. Wrong time.
Uh,
I done been there for niggas who wasn't there for me.
Hold chill with all that lyin', you don't care for me.
Huh, nigga had the table, said ain't have a chair for me. It ain't a lot of real niggas, love that rare to me.
The screech done, shit squeezed the life out a nigga like a Capri Sun.
Pull up in somethin' crazy, came a long way from that Nissan.
Gram came to visit me in the dreams, told me, "Keep goin'. " Ha, nigga, keep goin'.
Money on my mind, that's the only thing I think of. Snowin' in Atlanta, fly nigga throw a mink on.
Shots on me, drink on, you must be mad I came home. You been broke for too long.
Huh, look, can't go back and forth with no nigga, this ain't no ping-pong.
You still sendin' slick shots, nigga, keep on. Wrist cost a whole damn car, I put a Jeep on it.
Million dollar deals on the table, I gotta sleep on it.
Hooterside, walk to the floor, these niggas, they poor. Bitch look like Lyrica Lore, I'm really that boy.
My niggas really gon' score like we in the fourth quarter.
Outfit a quarter, Louis on my daughter. Louis on my bitch too, rappin' like the rent due.
You know we gon' get you. Like a Crip, all this shit blue, huh. All this shit we been through.
All these hoes ran through. I might fuck her friend too. I might fuck her sister.
She just sucked everybody dick and then you kissed her.
Get a nigga out of here quick, early dismissal. 'Rari, not a fiscal.
Pull up in a Cybertruck, remember it was nine of us in one whip. Niggas can't wait to jump ship.
I was locked up eatin' Sun Chips, now the Don here. Show 'em no fear, got my son here.
Eight karat cost a hundred thousand, one ear. BOA got my first thou, you wasn't there, huh.
Nowadays only fuckin' if they come in pairs.
Nowadays when we shoppin' we all out in Paris. Know a nigga really poppin' if you not in yours. 'Rari truck scary.
'Rari truck scary. Pop it, overseas pop it, huh.
Foreign whip options, foreign bitch options. Know it feel real good to make it out the projects.
-It was a wrong time. Oh yeah. -A long time.
-It was a wrong time. -It been a long time.
English translation
It was a wrong time.
Oh yeah.
It was a wrong time.
Ooh.
It was a wrong time.
It was a wrong time. Wrong time.
Uh,
I done been there for niggas who wasn't there for me.
Hold chill with all that lyin', you don't care for me.
Huh, nigga had the table, said ain't have a chair for me. It ain't a lot of real niggas, love that rare to me.
The screech done, shit squeezed the life out a nigga like a Capri Sun.
Pull up in somethin' crazy, came a long way from that Nissan.
Gram came to visit me in the dreams, told me, "Keep goin'. " Ha, nigga, keep goin'.
Money on my mind, that's the only thing I think of. Snowin' in Atlanta, fly nigga throw a mink on.
Shots on me, drink on, you must be mad I came home. You been broke for too long.
Huh, look, can't go back and forth with no nigga, this ain't no ping-pong.
You still sendin' slick shots, nigga, keep on. Wrist cost a whole damn car, I put a Jeep on it.
Million dollar deals on the table, I gotta sleep on it.
Hooterside, walk to the floor, these niggas, they poor. Bitch look like Lyrica Lore, I'm really that boy.
My niggas really gon' score like we in the fourth quarter.
Outfit a quarter, Louis on my daughter. Louis on my bitch too, rappin' like the rent due.
You know we gon' get you. Like a Crip, all this shit blue, huh. All this shit we been through.
All these hoes ran through. I might fuck her friend too. I might fuck her sister.
She just sucked everybody dick and then you kissed her.
Get a nigga out of here quick, early dismissal. 'Rari, not a fiscal.
Pull up in a Cybertruck, remember it was nine of us in one whip. Niggas can't wait to jump ship.
I was locked up eatin' Sun Chips, now the Don here. Show 'em no fear, got my son here.
Eight karat cost a hundred thousand, one ear. BOA got my first thou, you wasn't there, huh.
Nowadays only fuckin' if they come in pairs.
Nowadays when we shoppin' we all out in Paris. Know a nigga really poppin' if you not in yours. 'Rari truck scary.
'Rari truck scary. Pop it, overseas pop it, huh.
Foreign whip options, foreign bitch options. Know it feel real good to make it out the projects.
-It was a wrong time. Oh yeah. -A long time.
-It was a wrong time. -It been a long time.