Misfits

[Intro: Baby Money]
Ayy, four-four eight, it's another thousand grams on my skizzy
Gotta see my face— uh, uh, uh
Ayy, four—four eight— uh, uh, uh, oh, uh, uh, uh
Let's go, let's go (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)

[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Ayy, four-four eight, it's another thousand grams on my skizzy
Gotta see my face, I got a lotta fans in your city
'Member fuckin' up the bag got me handing in to get it
Eyes closed, I ain't sleep, I'm about to manifest a Richie
Baby blue face, I was a misfit. I'm the shit, bitch
Nah, my tape ain't go platinum, but my wrist did
About to hold this shit down ever since kids
I call my Glock Nintendo's, this bitch switch quick
They on me, I'ma switch wicks, pressure shit, trick, trick
Watch dance, jit, jit, I'm servin' at the QuickTrip
I feel like Stockton with the shot, look how my wrist glist'
I've been curvin' all these thots, I'm on they wish list
It's the hustle in me, know they hope I fail from the start
Got a brick as a brain, got a scale as a heart
If you see me in the club, have the sale in the bar
Caught a stain and got life, they found the shells in the car
He got caught servin' girl out the way, free them boys
Beat the body, but they got another case, free them boys
You miss your people, but they locked up outta state, free them boys
'Cause real killers step in silence, tell them niggas keep the noise

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Free my motherfuckin' baby brother
Nigga popped out with a bad bitch, I'm finna take her from him
I blow the dog shit, I never save the money
I just got out the feds, I'm on papers, honey
If you ask me for a verse, I'll probably say, "A hundred"
I told a nigga one-fifty, he came up with the money
I'm a grown-up, but I'm with Baby Money
The way we turned up in ten years, we got Jay-Z money
It's a new game
Stand on business oh motherfuckin' much, I need a shoe chain
Uh, I'm on Bouldercrest Road with juice, man
Was lookin' for a eight, I had a six, then a deuce came like a crap game
He got monkey nuts on an AR
He got a hundred on it, are they in the crowd? You don't have to aim
Just aim it at his chest, you gon' tap his brain
Glock-22, this bitch kinda snappy
Cussed the bitch son out and told him, "I am not your daddy"
Somebody gettin' dropped, we just got the addy
I'm floatin' off of a eight of Wock', I'm finna pop an Addy
If I— mm, mm, mm
If I took my shirt and it show my belt, it's that kind of charity
She sold my sister all the drank, almost shot my granny
We shot his Hellcat up, now it's not a challey
Fuck around and knock the wide body kit off that bitch
Bae, I know I smell good, now get off my dick
Matter of fact, turn around, lick my balls and dick
Never been a trick, she let me fuck her, went and bought her shit