Misunderstood (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
(b*tch)
Yeah, you know, 1900 (My n*gga Jonny got another one)
n*gga, Jonny got another one, n*gga
Ya' hear me (my, my nig this sh*t's stu-y boi)

[Chorus]
Misunderstood
Had to call her back and tell that hoe what's good
Cruisin down your block, cruisin' in your hood
Yuh, (yeah) misunderstood yuh, (Uh-huh)
Oh no were f*ckin again
We can be more than just friends
Ahh whatever it is (Nah) I don't even know what to do
(b*tch)
Ahh whatever b*tch, I don't even know what to do (Uh-huh)
Ahh whatever b*tch, I don't even know what to do

[Verse 1]
Look, picked the b*tch up and told her ride with me (Come on)
Aye b*tch we got it poppin' you can come and see (Sho' tho')
I'm off of Cadillac I'm from PBG (Yeah)
Lil baby this a benz this a sixty three (Vroom)
Aye I f*ck with you though we could be more than friends (Huhh)
We can take it to the top I'll see you at the end (See you at the top, b*tch)
Aye just meet me at the spot if you ain't got no plans
And grab some plastic and bring some rubber bands
[Chorus]
Misunderstood(ooh)
Had to call her back and tell that hoe what's good
Cruisin down your block, cruisin' in your hood
Yeah, misunderstood yeah
(ooh) Oh no were f*ckin again
We can be more than just friends
Ahh whatever b*tch, I don't even know what to do
(b*tch)
Whatever b*tch, I don't even know what to do
Ahh whatever b*tch, I don't even know what to do

Verse 2
Look (ooh), aye f*ck with me tho' I'm the n*gga now (Fo' sho)
I pick them b*tches up and put them b*tches down
Got them n*ggas tuckin' chains when we come around (We come around)
Lil bro took ninety somethin' years tryna gun em' down (Murder, n*ggas)
Look the whole city know who the hardest (That's me, n*gga)
Homicide know about me check my charges (Look me up tho')
Way before this rap sh*t we got our target (Boww)
A hundred Crips hangin' at the Joe's Market

Chorus
Misunderstood(ooh)
Had to call her back and tell that hoe what's good
Cruisin down your block, cruisin' in your hood
Yeah, misunderstood yeah
(ooh) Oh no were f*ckin again
We can be more than just friends
Ahh whatever b*tch, I don't even know what to do
(b*tch)
Whatever b*tch, I don't even know what to do
Ahh whatever b*tch, I don't even know what to do
Verse 3
Yeah, I've been around the world it's time to make it pop
I do a tour and link up with Crips up in every spot (Crips)
From the heights, I gang banged on every block (Yeah)
Kill them n*ggas i aim and bust every shot (Bow, bow, bow)
Them n*ggas soft they get mad and run to the gram
You ain't put sh*t on the news you a f*ckin' ham (f*ckin' ham)
You boys don't carry no guns so ima make you scram
You put your hands on me? sh*t sound like a scam (Crazy)

[Verse 1-ish]
Look, picked the b*tch up and told her ride with me (Come on)
Aye b*tch we got it poppin' you can come and see (Sho' tho')
I'm off of Cadillac I'm from PBG (PBG)
Lil baby this a benz this a sixty three (yeah)
Aye I f*ck with you though we could be more than friends ('sho)
We can take it to the top I'll see you at the end (to the top)
Aye just meet me at the spot if you ain't got no plans
And grab some plastic and bring some rubber bands

[Chorus]
Misunderstood(ooh)
Had to call her back and tell that hoe what's good
Cruisin down your block, cruisin' in your hood
Yeah, (uh huh) misunderstood yeah
(ooh) Oh no were f*ckin again(not gunna lie)
We can be more than just friends (don't get too tied up with a n*gga b*tch)
Ahh whatever b*tch, I don't even know what to do(we might have to go our separate ways, you know?)
(b*tch)
Whatever b*tch, (it be like that) I don't even know what to do
Ahh whatever b*tch, I don't even know what to do