Misfit lyrics

[Intro: ZayBang]
Huh? (Baow)
These lil' b*tches throwin' shade, that ain't stop nothin'
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Look, huh

[Verse 1: ZayBang]
Project baby, we some misfits
Even the suckers tuned in, they gon' listen
This sh*t slap, I need a plaque, we gon' steel trip
The b*tch like— (Doe Boy, how you made this?)
Ayy, like, how you made this?
That lil' n*gga gettin' money and he take trips
Some clean juice out the pharm', I need a straight script
That lil' punk b*tch you love give me straight lip
You clown n*gga, ayy, and this a G30
And if you see me with a soda, b*tch, my pop dirty
You probably catch me to the neck and I am not worried
A real legend in my city, I out-shot Curry
Even my b*tch got a pole, she keep two SIGs
They smoked him like a loose leaf, he had some loose lips
A full-sized 30-30 like a pool stick
And everybody ain't just rappin', he on bullsh*t

[Chorus: ZayBang]
I tried to tell 'em you keep dope out the pop-up
Them oldheads wanna be us, n*ggas washed up
And why y'all keep on makin' disses and ain't shot nothin'?
Like n*ggas talkin' 'bout this chicken and ain't got nothin'
And way before I made a song, I was block huggin'
You n*ggas do it for the 'Gram, that is not thuggin'
And way before I dropped a tape, I had to drop somethin'
These weak b*tches throwin' shade, that ain't stop nothin'
[Verse 2: Big Quis]
My turn
Where I'm from, we drive foreign cars from A to B
If you ain't 'bout your money, get the f*ck away from me
You a bum, a blind n*gga could see your chain is cheap
You could have this b*tch I'm with long as you pay the fee
f*ck the value of this watch, I'm 'bout to bust it down
Before I met Ghazi, I went and copped a hundred pounds
I told that b*tch that she could leave if she ain't f*ckin' now
My opps ain't kill me yet, them broke-ass n*ggas just run they mouth
I'm in the foreign, I'm gettin' topped up in the fast lane
I stayed loyal with my n*ggas and then the cash came
I'm too rich to give a basic b*tch my last name
I told your wife, "Come give me head, I had a bad day"

[Chorus: ZayBang]
I tried to tell 'em you keep dope out the pop-up
Them oldheads wanna be us, n*ggas washed up
And why y'all keep on makin' disses and ain't shot nothin'?
Like n*ggas talk about that chicken and ain't got nothin'
And way before I made a song, I was block huggin'
You n*ggas do it for the 'Gram, that is not thuggin'
And way before I dropped a tape, I had to drop somethin'
These weak b*tches throwin' shade, that ain't stop nothin'