Mismatch (The Remix)
Jumped up off the porch
I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga
We gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted, nigga, get your bitch back
All my niggas on now
Can't be out here mismatched, yeah-yeah
Shorty know I fuck with you but low key
I could really change your life
I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
Pull up on that bitch hear my shit knockin'
I'm gone put them Christians on
Rest in peace to pop
I can't find no red around, sippin' wock
Played this at my mama house
She like, "nigga, drop it"
Stop it, if he ain't with us my dog gone lock in
Pull up in that dawn
She like, "Baby where your top at?"
Shorty trying to fuck me
I'm like, "Baby, where your top at?
I know they hate that I'm on now
You niggas need to stop that (stop that)
Rest in peace, I be on granny porch
Thumbing hundreds now
I can't see nobody making no noise
We gon' dumb it down
Thought my dog was gone live forever
Called me like, "they gunned him down"
Nigga got exposed
Now that nigga never come around
I love the streets
I'm proud of what it made me
Heavy hustler I got to provide it for my baby
Huh, got to stay on my toes, they wanna flame me
Been around them racks it ain't gone change me (nah, for real)
Jumped up off the porch
I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga
We gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted, nigga, get your bitch back
All my niggas on now
Can't be out here mismatched, yeah-yeah
Shorty know I fuck with you but low key
I could really change your life
I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
Told your momma that your daddy is a jabroni
Told him I don't play no games, not no sony
I told that baby watch my dick and not my homies
Fuckin' rich niggas gon' get you macaroni
You ran up on this foreign nigga then I'm goin' ghost
I told my mom feed me baguettes and big ol' stones when I die
I told lil' mama call my phone if I stole or burglarized (yeah)
Is you a genie in a bottle? 'Cause you keep me up hypnotized, yeah-yeah
(Keep me, keep me hypnotized)
Keep big diamonds on your ass, yeah-yeah (aye)
Teacup poodle in your bag, yeah-yeah
Teacher cuttin' down my love with a machete (machete)
I lied, but I told her I was ready (I'm so ready)
I tryna be the one to lick your blood when you bleed, yeah
Trust in you, baby, put your trust in me, uh
I heard it was cap love, it was lust when they sneeze
So I pull out every time and I bust on your teeth, yeah
Jumped up off the porch, I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my nigga, we gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted nigga, get your bitch back
All my niggas on now, can't be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah
Shorty, know I fuck with you but low-key
I could really change your life, I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure about no bitch, that's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah