Mismatch (The Remix) [feat. Young Thug]

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

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

Cold hearted, ****, get your bitch back

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

Shorty know I fuck with you, you be low key

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

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

I been out gettin' rich all by my lonely, yeah, yeah

Pull up on that bitch, hear my shit knockin'

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

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

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

If he ain't with us my dog gon' lock in

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

Shorty tryna fuck me, I'm like, "Baby, where your top at?"

Know they hate that I'm on now, you **** need to stop that, yeah, yeah

Rest in peace, I be on granny porch, thumbin' hundreds now

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

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

**** got exposed, now that **** never come around

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

Heavy hustler, I gotta provide it for my baby

Gotta stay on my toes, they wanna flame me

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

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

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

Cold hearted, ****, get your bitch back

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

Shorty know I fuck with you, you be low key

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

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

I been out gettin' rich all by my lonely, yeah

Told your momma that's your daddy is jabroni

Told them I ain't playin' no games, I'm not a Sony

I told that baby, watch my dick and not my homies

Fuckin' rich **** gone get you macaroni

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

Told my mom flood me with baguettes and big old stones when I die

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

And you a genie in a bottle, 'cause you keep my hypnotized, yeah

Keep big diamonds on your ears, yeah, yeah

Teacup poodle in your bag, yeah, yeah

She cuttin' up my love with a machete

I lied but I told her I was ready

I'm tryna be the one that lick your blood when you bleed, yeah

Trust in you baby, put your trust in me, uh

I heard it was cap love, it was lust when they speak

So I pull out every time, then I bust in you teeth

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

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

Cold hearted, ****, get your bitch back

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

Shorty know I fuck with you, you be low key

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

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

I been out gettin' rich all by my lonely, yeah, yeah