Misfit (feat. Polo G)

Every time I see my opps, I'm gon' flip shit

In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick

I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit

I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich dick

Too rich to go on drills, so I send hits

If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks

I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit

I really spent like ten thousand on this fit

I ain't gon' lie, lately I been on my Rick shit

Ain't gotta turn the lights on 'cause my wrist lit

This ain't no lil' boy ice, this a big kit

My bitch came with a bitch, my Drake came with a clip

I got like a hundred thousand in Miri

****, I wouldn't let a stylist get near me

I don't ever see my opps out 'cause they fear me

Them boys only on the 'Gram tryin' to DM me

I got a Palm Angel leather jacket on, ****

I rapped about my whole outfit on a song, ****

These ain't no regular goggles that I got on, ****

These chrome, ****

I'm young but my money grown, ****

Temper short but my money long, ****

You ain't no real P, you ain't no hitter

I tell my young **** go, he gon' go get 'em

Put a switch on the whip, hit like four ****

****, I don't ever trip 'cause I know killas

**** always talkin' shit that don't know Skilla

I get a **** shot tomorrow like GloRilla

You can only hang with me if you spin shit

****, all my ice water, I do trim shit

All my money blue, all my hoes slim thick

When you spin shit, double back if you don't hit shit

I just got rich, my old **** been rich

Man, give that bitch to me, you ain't gon' spin shit

I'm a rich ****, I need a rich bitch

Dolla got a road down the way, he let me send shit

Peace to the gods, I got shot one time and three **** died

I cut everybody off, they keep bein' odd

Some shit I just really leave up to God

I'm tryin' to catch a hat and you can see it in my eyes

I'm the truth, ****, these **** lyin'

If I ain't on they ass, why these **** dyin'?

If I ain't on they ass, why these **** cryin'?

If I ain't on they ass, why these **** hidin'?

If I ain't on they ass, why my **** slidin'?

My **** slide by himself, he shootin' and drivin'

**** don't talk shit to me, only fake pages

I let my lil' **** slide 'cause they dangerous

I don't tell my **** stay safe, I say stay dangerous

Rich as fuck, ****, wish me luck, ****

Man, I got the other side sick as fuck, ****

And fuck the dead opps, dig 'em up, ****

Gang

Don't respect no new opps, they just fake threats

I just bought some new Glocks with my paycheck

Standin' 'over him like ****, take that, take that

Lil' bro the hottest in the city, they ain't even seen his face yet

'Cause he always masked up and he quick to blast off

Got a contract with my killas, so I keep some cash tucked

Couple opps been goin' missin', I think they got bad luck

And it ain't no competition, ****, they can't pass us

Back ends, dog shit, new switches make 'em fall quick

We gon' run this ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit

If they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon' all blitz

Forty ringin', he got Facetime, they wish that call missed

From Chi-raq like I'm Sosa, I'm who these bitches love

Got blicks on us, mean muggin' while we in the club

He think he steppin' how we thuggin', we gon' give him slugs

Bitch, I'm a gangsta like my cousin, it's just in the blood, bitch

Every time I see my opps, I'm gon' flip shit

In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick

I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit

I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich dick

Too rich to go on drills, so I send hits

If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks

I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit

I really spent like ten thousand on this fit