Mismatch

Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached
Mr. ran through dick, no motion, just a body catch
10-4 yo 10-20 is gettin' blown by dispatch
No goals, no direction, fake love, just mismatch

Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached
Mr. ran through ass, no ocean, just a shady catch
10-4 yo cover is on trail by deathmatch
No goals, no direction, fake love, just mismatch

First let me kick this shit off by sayin'
I don't regret fumblin' you goofy niggas at all
Why I gotta keep remindin' bitches
I'm two people? So you outnumbered little miss small
Got this nigga on the web stalkin' ghosts
But go digital when i'm done, like reinstall
You textin' my phone talkin' stupid
Bet I won't give up the a-ah-ah the next time you call
Fuck we linkin' for if we ain't recordin' or on a date
Or you pullin' up wit' cash?
My shit always go on camera
Like what else makes memory of me makin' you curl gon' last?
Niggas act like they couldn't give a fuck
But turn into a bitch when it's ya bro I wanna smash
Makin' money on the OF is all
You big juicy booty, ass niggas have
Silence on these hoes, they be lookin' for a reaction
Goin' up against south-side is negative like subtraction
The thought of me talkin' back must give you all types of action
A fine ass nigga, i'm just the whole damn caption

Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached
Mr. ran through dick, no motion, just a body catch
10-4 yo 10-20 is gettin' blown by dispatch
No goals, no direction, fake love, just mismatch

Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached
Mr. ran through ass, no ocean, just a shady catch
10-4 yo cover is on trail by deathmatch
No goals, no direction, fake love, just mismatch

I ain't even gotta do too much
The way ya'll niggas be beggin' me for attention
Always got niggas in my dm
Cause these weak bitches couldn't release their tension
Better be nothin' but facts out ya mouth
Cause my body gon' slide through if I get mention
Ya'll talk shit, then be broke as fuck
Goin' back n' forth like we got competition
When the fuck did we start lettin' these niggas walk freely
When they waste a real bitch's time
I pray for yo next victim because the way you fuck
It should be a motherfuckin' crime
I dare any of you niggas to say shit about me
When ya'll fuck anything that comes ya'll way
When it comes to me ya'll niggas be quick
To stare at anything that rhymes wit' gay
But shit always be real sweet like candy
As long everyone gettin' paid right?
Textin' that fake ass apology
But you'll come crawlin' back if it sounds right
Spreadin' that shit oustide like a virus
But as long no speaks it'll be alright, right?
Normalizin' that freak shit on the DL
But at the end of the day it's just a hole right?

Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached
Mr. ran through dick, no motion, just a body catch
10-4 yo 10-20 is gettin' blown by dispatch
No goals, no direction, fake love, just mismatch

Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached
Mr. ran through ass, no ocean, just a shady catch
10-4 yo cover is on trail by deathmatch
No goals, no direction, mwah, just mismatch