Mismatch (The Remix) [feat. Young Thug]

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 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 in 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 gon' change me, nah for real 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 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 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