Mismatch (The Remix|Explicit)

Mismatch (The Remix|Explicit) - Bino Rideaux/Young Thug

Lyrics by：Brandon Rainey/Christopher Wilson/Jared Grace

Composed by：Brandon Rainey/Christopher Wilson/Jared Grace

Jumped up off the porch I brought them big racks back yeah

Took my n***a we gotta go get back that yeah

Cold-hearted n***a get your b***h back

All my n***as on now can't be out here mix matched yeah-yeah

Shorty know I f**k with you but low-key

I could really change your life I got it on me yeah-yeah

Pressure about no b***h that's what I don't need yeah-yeah

I been out getting rich all by my lonely yeah-yeah

Pull up on that b***h hear my s**t knockin'

I'm gon' put them Christians on rest in peace to Pop

I can't find no red around n***as sippin' Wock'

Played this at my momma house she like n***a drop it

Stop it if he ain't with us my dog gon' lock in

Pull up in that dawn shе like

Baby where your top at

Shorty trying to f**k mе I'm like

Baby where your top at

I know they hate that I'm on now you n***as need to stop that

Rest on 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 gon' live forever called me like

They gunned him down

N***a got exposed now that n***a 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

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 n***a we gotta go get back that yeah

Cold-hearted n***a get your b***h back

All my n***as on now can't be out here mix matched yeah-yeah

Shorty know I f**k with you but low-key

I could really change your life I got it on me yeah-yeah

Pressure about no b***h 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 but now it's on me

I told that baby watch my d**k and not my homies

F**kin' rich n***as gon' get you macaroni

You ran up on this foreign n***a 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

You a genie in a bottle 'cause you keep me up at night yeah-yeah

Keep big diamonds on your a*s yeah-yeah

Ayy

Tea cup poodle in your bag yeah-yeah

She cuttin' up 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

I heard it was it was blessed 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 n***a we gotta go get back that yeah

Cold-hearted n***a get your b***h back

All my n***as on now can't be out here mix matched yeah-yeah

Shorty know I f**k with you but low-key

I could really change your life I got it on me yeah-yeah

Pressure about no b***h that's what I don't need yeah-yeah

I been out getting rich all by my lonely yeah-yeah