MISMATCH (Remix)

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]

Jumped up off the porch, I brought them big racks back, yeah

Took my nigga, we gotta go get back that, yeah

Cold-hearted nigga, get your bitch back

All my niggas on now, can't be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah

Shorty, know I fuck with you but low-key

I could really change your life, I got it on me, yeah-yeah

Pressure about no bitch, that's what I don't need, yeah-yeah

I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah

[Verse 1: Bino Rideaux]

Pull up on that bitch, hear my shit knockin'

I'm gon' put them Christians on, rest in peace to Pop

I can't find no red around, niggas sippin' Wock'

Played this at my momma house, she like, "Nigga, drop it"

Stop it, if he ain't with us, my dog gon' lock in

Pull up in that dawn, shе like, "Baby, where your top at?"

Shorty trying to fuck mе, I'm like, "Baby ,where your top at?"

I know they hate that I'm on now, you niggas need to stop that

Rest on peace, I be on granny porch thumbing hundreds now

I can't see nobody making no noise, we gon' dumb it down

Thought my dog was gon' live forever, called me like, "They gunned him down"

Nigga got exposed, now that nigga never come around

I love the streets, I'm proud of what it made me

Heavy hustler, I got to provide it for my baby

Got to stay on my toes, they wanna flame me

Been around them racks, it ain't gone change me, nah for real

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]

Jumped up off the porch, I brought them big racks back, yeah

Took my nigga, we gotta go get back that, yeah

Cold-hearted nigga, get your bitch back

All my niggas on now, can't be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah

Shorty, know I fuck with you but low-key

I could really change your life, I got it on me, yeah-yeah

Pressure about no bitch, that's what I don't need, yeah-yeah

I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

Told your momma that your daddy is a jabroni

Told him I don't play no games, I'm not a Sony

I told that baby watch my dick and not my homies

Fuckin' rich niggas gon' get you macaroni

You ran up on this foreign nigga then I'm goin' ghost

I told my mom feed me baguettes and big ol' stones when I die

I told lil' mama call my phone if I stole or burglarized

You a genie in a bottle 'cause you keep me hypnotized, yeah-yeah

Keep big diamonds on your ass, yeah-yeah (Ayy)

Tea cup poodle in your bag, yeah-yeah

She cuttin' up my love with a machete (Machete)

I lied, but I told her I was ready (I'm so ready)

I tryna be the one to lick your blood when you bleed, yeah

Trust in you, baby, put your trust in me

I heard it was cap love, it was lusted when they sneeze

So I pull out every time and I bust on your teeth, yeah

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]

Jumped up off the porch, I brought them big racks back, yeah

Took my nigga, we gotta go get back that, yeah

Cold-hearted nigga, get your bitch back

All my niggas on now, can't be out here mix matched, yeah-yeah

Shorty, know I fuck with you but low-key

I could really change your life, I got it on me, yeah-yeah

Pressure about no bitch, that's what I don't need, yeah-yeah

I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah