收聽Skilla Baby的Misfit歌詞歌曲

Misfit

Skilla Baby, Polo G2024年7月26日

Misfit 歌詞

Misfit (Explicit) - Skilla Baby/Polo G

Lyrics by:Trevon Gardner/Joshua White/Taurus Bartlett

Composed by:Trevon Gardner/Joshua White/Taurus Bartlett

Produced by:MIA JayC

MIA jay C

Huh

Nah for real

Huh every time I see my opps

I'm gon flip **** huh no cap

In the field John madden

It's a hit stick ayy

I ain't goin' back broke

I do rich **** ayy

I **** my h*es on a pile of money

I got rich quick huh

Too rich to go on drill

So I send hits huh

If rap don't work for me

I know how to flip bricks nah

I don't **** with nobody

I'm a misfit no I don't

I really spent like ten

Thousand on this fit no cap

I ain't gon' lie lately

I been on my rick ****

Ain't gotta turn the

Lights on 'cause my wrist lit

'Cause my wrist

This ain't no lil' boy ice

This a big kit

My ***** came with a ***** my drac

Came with a kit huh baow

I got like a hundred thousand

In amiris huh huh

Nigga I won't let a

Stylist get near me huh

I don't never see my opps

Out 'cause they fear me

Them boys only on the

'Gram tryna dm me huh huh

I got a palm angels leather

Jacket on nigga no cap

I rapped about my whole

Outfit on this song nigga no cap

These ain't no regular goggles

That I got on nigga huh

These chrome nigga huh huh

I'm young but my money grown

Nigga huh no cap

Temper short but my money long

Nigga no cap

You ain't no real P

You are no hitter huh

I tell my young nigga go

He gon' go get him go get him

Put a switch on the whip

Hit like four niggas brrt

Nigga I don't never trip

'Cause I know killers

'Cause I know killers

Niggas always talkin'

**** that don't know skilla ayy

I'll get a nigga shot tomorrow

Like glorilla huh

You can only hang with me

If you spin **** on the gang

Nigga all my ice water

I do trim **** on the gang

All my money blue all my

H*es slim-thick on the gang

We spin **** double back if

You don't hit **** huh

I just got rich

My old niggas been rich huh

Man give that ***** to me

You ain't gon' spin **** huh

I'm a rich nigga

I need a rich ***** huh

Dollar got a road down the way

He let me send ****

He let me send ****

Peace to the gods

Peace to the gods

Shot one time

And three niggas died huh

I cut everybody off

They keep bein' odd huh

Some **** I just really leave up to god

I'm tryna catch a hat

You can see it in my eyes huh

I'm the truth nigga

These niggas lyin' lyin'

If I ain't on they a*s

Why these niggas dyin' dyin'

If I ain't on they a*s

Why these niggas cryin' cryin'

If I ain't on they a*s

Why these niggas hidin' hidin'

If I ain't on they a*s

Why my niggas slidin' slidin'

My nigga slide by hisself

He shootin' and drivin' huh

Uh ayy

Niggas don't talk **** to me

Only fake pages huh

I let my lil' nigga slide

'Cause they day ages 'cause they day ages

I don't tell my niggas stay safe

I say stay dangerous

Rich as **** nigga huh wish me luck

Nigga ayy huh

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

Nigga sick as **** nigga

And **** the dead opps dig him up

Nigga dig him up nigga

Huh gang ayy

Don't respect no new opps

They just fake threats

I just bought some new

Glocks with my pay slip

Standin' over him like

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 somethin'

Got a contract with my killers

So I keep some cash tucked

Couple opps been goin' missin'

I think they got bad luck

And it ain't no competition

Nigga they can't pass us

Backends skull ****

Them switches make 'em fall quick

We go run his ho and turn

Her mouth into a ball pit

If they ever 'cross that line of scrimmage

We gon' all blitz

40 ringin' he got facetime

They wish that call missed

From chiraq like I'm sosa

I'm who these ******* love

Got blicks on us

Mean muggin' while we in the cub

He think he steppin' how we thuggin'

We gon' give him slugs

***** I'm a gangster like my cousin

It's just in the blood *****

Huh every time I see my opps

I'm gon' flip **** huh

In the field John madden

It's a hit stick

I ain't goin' back broke

I do rich ****

I **** my h*es on a pile of money

I got rich quick huh

Too rich to go on drill

So I send hits

If rap don't work for me

I know how to flip bricks

I don't **** with nobody

I'm a misfit

 

I really spent like ten thousand on this fit