Misunderstood
Yea, yea, yea
Aye, alright come on
Aye, aye, yeah yo
What's up, what's good
Who knew as a kid I'd be so misunderstood
Yea racks in the bed, V12 in the hood
Make something shake, you would do it if you could
Aye, Bitches in my phone, I don't know what they want
I don't got no time for love, bitch, I'd rather be a loner
Give my heart away, no, I never been a donor
I took the harder way, while these niggas taking shortcuts
Throwin' molly off a tour bus
White bitch named Molly, she want two of us
Brodie sippin' outta two cups, And we ain't fuckin' with you niggas, new klu kluks
Eyes red rollin', savoring the moment, I live in the moment
Tomorrow ain't a promise, no
Fuck it, I'ma live till it's time to go
But a pussy nigga won't be my downfall
40 come out that bag it'll do a nigga bad
Now his bitch wanna fuck on me, so swag
Bitch, I'm off the meter, Too hot, I caught a fever
Putting the bands in the stash, that's another roll
What's up, what's good
Who knew as a kid I'd be so misunderstood
Yea racks in the bed, V12 in the hood
Make something shake, you would do it if you could
Aye, Bitches in my phone, I don't know what they want
I don't got no time for love, bitch, I'd rather be a loner
Give my heart away, no, I never been a donor
I took the harder way, while these niggas taking shortcuts
Tryna do it fast, you bound to crash, keep it steady
Nigga run up, then I blast, His new stain look like spaghetti
But that ain't no spaghetti, no, hey
I tried to tell him I ain't the one, Don't take it there
Niggas be trippin' I got to tote my smith &
Me and my brother on go
She don't want me to go, but I put money over hoes
I fell in love, and lost my mind, yeah
So for them dollars I make time, yeah
That's just how it's posed' to be
Evil women, jealous niggas won't get close to me
That's just how it's supposed to be
Evil women, jealous niggas won't get close to me
What's up, what's good
Who knew as a kid I'd be so misunderstood
Yea racks in the bed, V12 in the hood
Make something shake, you would do it if you could
Aye, Bitches in my phone, I don't know what they want
I don't got no time for love, bitch, I'd rather be a loner
Give my heart away, no, I never been a donor
I took the harder way, while these niggas taking shortcuts
Aye, alright come on
Aye, aye, yeah yo
What's up, what's good
Who knew as a kid I'd be so misunderstood
Yea racks in the bed, V12 in the hood
Make something shake, you would do it if you could
Aye, Bitches in my phone, I don't know what they want
I don't got no time for love, bitch, I'd rather be a loner
Give my heart away, no, I never been a donor
I took the harder way, while these niggas taking shortcuts
Throwin' molly off a tour bus
White bitch named Molly, she want two of us
Brodie sippin' outta two cups, And we ain't fuckin' with you niggas, new klu kluks
Eyes red rollin', savoring the moment, I live in the moment
Tomorrow ain't a promise, no
Fuck it, I'ma live till it's time to go
But a pussy nigga won't be my downfall
40 come out that bag it'll do a nigga bad
Now his bitch wanna fuck on me, so swag
Bitch, I'm off the meter, Too hot, I caught a fever
Putting the bands in the stash, that's another roll
What's up, what's good
Who knew as a kid I'd be so misunderstood
Yea racks in the bed, V12 in the hood
Make something shake, you would do it if you could
Aye, Bitches in my phone, I don't know what they want
I don't got no time for love, bitch, I'd rather be a loner
Give my heart away, no, I never been a donor
I took the harder way, while these niggas taking shortcuts
Tryna do it fast, you bound to crash, keep it steady
Nigga run up, then I blast, His new stain look like spaghetti
But that ain't no spaghetti, no, hey
I tried to tell him I ain't the one, Don't take it there
Niggas be trippin' I got to tote my smith &
Me and my brother on go
She don't want me to go, but I put money over hoes
I fell in love, and lost my mind, yeah
So for them dollars I make time, yeah
That's just how it's posed' to be
Evil women, jealous niggas won't get close to me
That's just how it's supposed to be
Evil women, jealous niggas won't get close to me
What's up, what's good
Who knew as a kid I'd be so misunderstood
Yea racks in the bed, V12 in the hood
Make something shake, you would do it if you could
Aye, Bitches in my phone, I don't know what they want
I don't got no time for love, bitch, I'd rather be a loner
Give my heart away, no, I never been a donor
I took the harder way, while these niggas taking shortcuts
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Writer(s): Jaylin Baskerville
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