zaybang & big quis - 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 k!ll 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’
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