MISMATCH (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
Jumped up off the porch, I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my n*gga, we gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted n*gga, get your b*tch back
All my n*ggas on now, can't be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah
Shorty, know I f*ck with you but low-key
I could really change your life, I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure about no b*tch, that's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah

[Verse 1: Bino Rideaux]
Pull up on that b*tch, hear my sh*t knockin'
I'm gon' put them Christians on, rest in peace to Pop
I can't find no red around, n*ggas sippin' Wock'
Played this at my momma house, she like, "n*gga, 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*ck mе, I'm like, "Baby ,where your top at?"
I know they hate that I'm on now, you n*ggas 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*gga got exposed, now that n*gga 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
[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
Jumped up off the porch, I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my n*gga, we gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted n*gga, get your b*tch back
All my n*ggas on now, can't be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah
Shorty, know I f*ck with you but low-key
I could really change your life, I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure about no b*tch, that's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Told your momma that your daddy is a jabroni
Told him I don't play no games, I'm not a Sony
I told that baby watch my di*k and not my homies
f*ckin' rich n*ggas gon' get you macaroni
You ran up on this foreign n*gga 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 hypnotized, yeah-yeah
Keep big diamonds on your ass, 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 cap love, it was lusted when they sneeze
So I pull out every time and I bust on your teeth, yeah
[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
Jumped up off the porch, I brought them big racks back, yeah
Took my n*gga, we gotta go get back that, yeah
Cold-hearted n*gga, get your b*tch back
All my n*ggas on now, can't be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah
Shorty, know I f*ck with you but low-key
I could really change your life, I got it on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure about no b*tch, that's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah