Misfit!
Love myself and bossed up so that's just how I'm rolling
Finna smoke a blunt or sum, pack full of potent
Nine when I fucking ride, finna put my life on the line
When we fucking die, dreamers to the sky
Love myself and bossed up so that's just how I'm rolling
Finna smoke a blunt or sum, pack full of potent
Nine when I fucking ride, finna put my life on the line
When we fucking die, dreamers to the sky
Shaking ass and shaking titties
Swear to God she fucking with me
Ain't nobody home until the day the angels come and get me
Seeking truth inside myself a silly sight to see ya sober
Hope I don't lose my shit, opps gon' come pull me over
From the south so you gonna hear me coming down the road
Trunk busted and my bass bumping through the stereo
I ain't got no time if you ain't speaking money though
I ain't gon lie, I been speaking to too many hoes
The fuck we gon' do with this one? Let it bounce!
Love myself and bossed up so that's just how I'm rolling
Finna smoke a blunt or sum, pack full of potent
Nine when I fucking ride, finna put my life on the line
When we fucking die, dreamers to the sky
Love myself and bossed up so that's just how I'm rolling
Finna smoke a blunt or sum, pack full of potent
Nine when I fucking ride, finna put my life on the line
When we fucking die, dreamers to the sky
Don't get it twisted, be the sick kid
They don't understand that you a misfit
They don't get it
Don't get it twisted, be the sick kid
They don't understand that you a misfit
Finna smoke a blunt or sum, pack full of potent
Nine when I fucking ride, finna put my life on the line
When we fucking die, dreamers to the sky
Love myself and bossed up so that's just how I'm rolling
Finna smoke a blunt or sum, pack full of potent
Nine when I fucking ride, finna put my life on the line
When we fucking die, dreamers to the sky
Shaking ass and shaking titties
Swear to God she fucking with me
Ain't nobody home until the day the angels come and get me
Seeking truth inside myself a silly sight to see ya sober
Hope I don't lose my shit, opps gon' come pull me over
From the south so you gonna hear me coming down the road
Trunk busted and my bass bumping through the stereo
I ain't got no time if you ain't speaking money though
I ain't gon lie, I been speaking to too many hoes
The fuck we gon' do with this one? Let it bounce!
Love myself and bossed up so that's just how I'm rolling
Finna smoke a blunt or sum, pack full of potent
Nine when I fucking ride, finna put my life on the line
When we fucking die, dreamers to the sky
Love myself and bossed up so that's just how I'm rolling
Finna smoke a blunt or sum, pack full of potent
Nine when I fucking ride, finna put my life on the line
When we fucking die, dreamers to the sky
Don't get it twisted, be the sick kid
They don't understand that you a misfit
They don't get it
Don't get it twisted, be the sick kid
They don't understand that you a misfit
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Writer(s): Andrew Daniel
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