Misfit

[Intro: Skilla Baby]

(MIA JAY C)

Huh?

Nah, for real (I hear you, JAY C)

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]

Huh? Every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (Huh? No cap)

In the field, John Madden, it’s a hit stick (Ayy)

I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit (Ayy)

I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (Huh?)

Too rich to go on drill, so I send hits (Huh?)

If rap don’t work for me, I know how to flip bricks (Nah)

I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit (No, I don't)

I really spent like ten thousand on this fit (No cap)

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby & Polo G]

I ain't gon' lie, lately I been on my Rick shit

Ain't gotta turn the lights on 'cause my wrist lit (’Cause my wrist)

This ain’t no lil' boy ice, this a big kit (No cap)

My bitch came with a bitch, my Drac’ came with a kit (Huh? Baow)

I got like a hundred thousand in Amiris, huh? (Huh?)

Nigga, I won't let a stylist get near me (Huh?)

I don't never see my opps out 'cause they fear me

Them boys only on the ’Gram tryna DM me, huh? (Huh?)

I got a Palm Angels leather jacket on, nigga (No cap)

I rapped about my whole outfit on this song, nigga (No cap)

These ain't no regular goggles that I got on, nigga (Huh?)

These Chrome, nigga, huh? (Huh?)

I'm young, but my money grown, nigga (Huh? No cap)

Temper short, but my money long, nigga (No cap)

You ain't no real P, you are no hitter (Huh?)

I tell my nigga, "Go," he gon' go get him (Go get him)

Put a switch on the whip, hit like four niggas (Brrt)

Nigga, I don't never trip 'cause I know killers ('Cause I know killers)

Niggas always talkin' shit that don't know Skilla (Ayy)

I'll get a nigga shot tomorrow like GloRilla (Huh?)

You can only hang with me if you spin shit (On the gang)

Nigga, all my ice water, I do trim shit (On the gang)

All my money blue, all my hoes slim-thick (On the gang)

We spin shit, double back if you don't hit shit (Huh?)

Ayy, I just got rich, my old niggas been rich (Huh?)

Man, give that bitch to me, you ain't gon' spin shit (Huh?)

I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (Huh?)

Dollar got a road down the way, he let me send shit (He let me send shit)

Peace to the Gods (Peace to the Gods)

I got shot one time and three niggas died (Huh?)

I cut everybody off, they keep bein' odd (Huh?)

Some shit I just really leave up to God (I just leave it up to God)

I'm tryna catch a hat, you can see it in my eyes (Huh?)

I'm the truth nigga, these niggas lyin' (Lyin)

If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas dyin'? (Dyin')

If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas cryin'? (Cryin')

If I ain't on they ass, why these niggas hidin'? (Hidin')

If I ain't on they ass, why my niggas slidin'? (Slidin')

My nigga slide by hisself, he shootin' and drivin' (Huh?)

Uh, ayy

Niggas don't talk shit to me, only fake pages (Huh?)

I let my lil' nigga slide 'cause they day ages ('Cause they day ages)

I don't tell my niggas, "Stay safe," I say, "Stay dangerous"

Rich as fuck, nigga (Huh?), wish me luck, nigga, ayy (Huh?)

Man, I got the other side sick as fuck, nigga (Sick as fuck, nigga)

And fuck the dead opps, dig him up, nigga (Dig him up, nigga)

Huh? Gang, ayy

[Verse 2: Polo G]

Don't respect no new opps, they just fake threats

I just bought some new Glocks with my pay slip

Standin' over him like ****, take that, take that

Lil' bro the hottest in the city, they ain't even seen his face yet

'Cause he always masked up and he quick to blast somethin'

Got a contract with my killers, so I keep some cash tucked

Couple opps been goin' missin', I think they got bad luck

And it ain't no competition, nigga, they can't pass us

Backends, skull shit, them switches make 'em fall quick

We go run his ho and turn her mouth into a ball pit

If they ever cross that line of scrimmage, we gon' all blitz

.40 ringin', he got FaceTime, they wish that call missed

From Chiraq like I'm Sosa, I'm who these bitches love

Got blicks on us, mean muggin' while we in the cub

He think he steppin', how we thuggin', we gon' give him slugs

Bitch, I'm a gangster like my cousin, it's just in the blood, bitch

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]

Huh? Every time I see my opps, I'm gon flip shit (Huh?)

In the field, John Madden, it's a hit stick

I ain't goin' back broke, I do rich shit

I fuck my hoes on a pile of money, I got rich quick (Huh?)

Too rich to go on drill, so I send hits

If rap don't work for me, I know how to flip bricks

I don't fuck with nobody, I'm a misfit

I really spent like ten thousand on this fit