MISMATCH

[ Ajinn ]

Like bitch it's a wrap
I stare down the scope bullets enter his back
Walk down on that nigga I'm smoking his pack
Beat his head like some drums call me Anderson Paak
Don't wear hats in the stu cuz I don't like the cap
I beat that boy ass and I post it on snap
(oh damn my bad)
Better go get yo bitch back

You Toph to my Aang lil bitch this a mismatch
Slidin' on niggas, they hittin up dispatch
One on his eye like a mf contact
Boy how many times did I say get yo lick back?
Up in yo crib and that bitch getting ransacked
Oh, you know where I live?
Well that's great information
Hakuna matata, lil bitch imma kick back
Send yo location I know you ain't bout that

Only fw one Ace and that boy on my song
He coping and shit, taking hits from his bong
Always thinking he right but we know that you wrong
Always snapping on beats
I'm stomping him out in some cleats
His girl she one for the streets
Nah fuck all the peace
I'm putting some holes in his fleece
Talk shit, bitch, I got the receipts

[ Poly ]

Uh, lil bitch
Im onna block wit a muhfuckin choppa gun
He see that caddy we in so he boutta run
He see the *click* on my hip so he know it’s up
He see the gun in my hand so he know what’s up
556 make that boy do a shoulder shrug
Speak on my name little boy, you is fuckin up
Speak on the gang little boy, we is running up
That nigga soft, soft, soft
Bitch im the boss boss boss
Bitch take yo loss loss loss
Yo bitch get tossed tossed tossed (x2)

[ Brxylxn ]

DO YA LIKE BANK BILL, WHERE IS MY PAYMENT?
THAT HO IS A RUNNER YOU DUMB NIGGAS CHASING
I GOT SO MANY SONS, NONE OF WHICH IM EMBRACING
IN YO HEAD LIKE A TUMOR I KNOW YO SHIT ACHING
IM SNACKIN ON COOKIE, NOT TALKIN BOUT BAKIN
GOT A HAND IN THAT BITCH LIKE A PUPPET
Swear that they runnin shut they the ones running
Hate on me Nigga it really mean nothing
Cloudy Nueve with the .45 sliding

Niggas mad about they pride we not fighting
Put your effort in the writing not the typing
Niggas always wanna stain me, keep a tide pen
I’ll do ya like sentinel prime, with a shotty to ya head
Saying king is dead
Niggas ain’t never wanna see me thrive
Niggas always want me to pick a side
I just handle my business like Jay-Z
You get rocked bout that paper don’t play me
No label chain rockin, that’s slavery
Niggas bitin but they swear they made me
Fuck ya two cents that’ll never change me
Like the game Nigga I’m crazy
I’m unforgettable nigga like swae lee