Mismatch

Please don't judge me by my past if I consider you my friend

I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten

I was laying in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend

I can't talk hot on the phone the situation that I'm in

I keep driving home drunk and I keep fucking up my rims

They just took my left hand, now I'ma live without a limb

We could have the same Carti', shit look different through my lens

Mismatch, I just did the Dior with the Prada

Big plaques walking through my crib, I got a lot of

My block is hot, I walk through and I'm scared to step on lava

My lil' homies proud of me and still be sellin' product

I be flossing, valet runnin' to me when I park up

Took her shoppin', got that girl a kit, it was a start-up

Expensive gas, they smelling my aroma when I spark up

Don't take me simple, I'm the wrong tree that you should bark up

(Yeah, Wheezy outta here)

Please don't judge me by my past if I consider you my friend

I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten

I was laying in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend

I can't talk hot on the phone the situation that I'm in

I keep driving home drunk and I keep fucking up my rims

They just took my left hand, now I'ma live without a limb

We could have the same Carti', shit look different through my lens

Carti' frames cost a lil' more 'cause they got icing

Outlaw, road runner dirty with no licenses

Shallow bitch, you get money too, then you're her type then

Gambling, type to risk it all and throw the dice in

Music business litty but I'm workin' on the low

Man, these rap **** be friendly, you just met 'em, now it's bro

I just touched down for a bag and rockin' Marni to a show

Bitch is Wavy Gang, hoes getting gnarly on a boat

Facemob, yeah, they call me that 'cause my hands in it

I'm the first in Celine Timberlands, they should put me in the Guinness

God's son, know I repent 'cause I be sinnin'

Drop a bag and fuel the trenches, it ain't shit to see 'em spin it

Know I'm staying litty, ****

Please don't judge me by my past if I consider you my friend

I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten

I was laying in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend

I can't talk hot on the phone the situation that I'm in

I keep driving home drunk and I keep fucking up my rims

They just took my left hand, now I'ma live without a limb

We could have the same Carti', shit look different through my lens

(Wheezy outta here)