MISFITS by Elevated $horty Lyrics
[Verse]
Bitch I'm with the Misfits
Do you get this, some of em got big sticks
Please don't get hit
3-0-5 I get it, ever since a jit
We gon' get to business, with some big "Kingz"
I'ma get it, how it get it like it's an addiction
All of that attention but she getting this dick (Aye)
Nothing but a little drummin', we get into big shit (Woah)
We can get it jumping my nigga, ya digg this?
We can get it poppin' like we livin' at the Tipton
I'ma get it rockin' take you back to 1950
Blowing out your speakers cause the system can not hold me
I thought that was yo bitch, telling niggas where they Hoe be
Misunderstood I do good, on my lonely
I ran it with dude, he a fool for some money
Like he off the Ludes, I know niggas poppin' dummy
I hate to be at parties cause sometimes we get to runnin'
No i can not jump it, but this jet fuel got me flying (zoom!)
No I will not trust you, when you talking know you lying
Everybody worried bout who next, stop crying (haahaa)
Niggas out here reaching and I know they see the line (hey!)
Bitch I'm with the Misfits and they hope to die
I'm rollin' with some Misfits I think I caught a vibe
We want money, we want crime, nigga we can not decide (no!)
Please don't act a fool- (Aye!)
Bitch I'm with the Misfit wait, how's my fit?
You ain't nothing but some counterfeit, ice on my wrist
Ask yo bitch how my dick fit, cause i had her split
It was so much fun, but i had to call a Lyft
Everything I do, got a little spice of foreign
I take her to Miami with me, let her say I'm boring (yeah, yeah)
I'm coasting through the coast but i forget to record it
I like to do the most but when it rain, it start pouring (drop)
Bitch I'm with the Misfits
Do you get this, some of em got big sticks
Please don't get hit
3-0-5 I get it, ever since a jit
We gon' get to business, with some big "Kingz"
I'ma get it, how it get it like it's an addiction
All of that attention but she getting this dick (Aye)
Nothing but a little drummin', we get into big shit (Woah)
We can get it jumping my nigga, ya digg this?
We can get it poppin' like we livin' at the Tipton
I'ma get it rockin' take you back to 1950
Blowing out your speakers cause the system can not hold me
I thought that was yo bitch, telling niggas where they Hoe be
Misunderstood I do good, on my lonely
I ran it with dude, he a fool for some money
Like he off the Ludes, I know niggas poppin' dummy
I hate to be at parties cause sometimes we get to runnin'
No i can not jump it, but this jet fuel got me flying (zoom!)
No I will not trust you, when you talking know you lying
Everybody worried bout who next, stop crying (haahaa)
Niggas out here reaching and I know they see the line (hey!)
Bitch I'm with the Misfits and they hope to die
I'm rollin' with some Misfits I think I caught a vibe
We want money, we want crime, nigga we can not decide (no!)
Please don't act a fool- (Aye!)
Bitch I'm with the Misfit wait, how's my fit?
You ain't nothing but some counterfeit, ice on my wrist
Ask yo bitch how my dick fit, cause i had her split
It was so much fun, but i had to call a Lyft
Everything I do, got a little spice of foreign
I take her to Miami with me, let her say I'm boring (yeah, yeah)
I'm coasting through the coast but i forget to record it
I like to do the most but when it rain, it start pouring (drop)