mismatch

Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached Mr. ran through dick, no motion, just a body catch 10-4 yo 10-20 is gettin' blown by dispatch No goals, no direction, fake love, just mismatch Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached Mr. ran through ass, no ocean, just a shady catch 10-4 yo cover is on trail by deathmatch No goals, no direction, fake love, just mismatch First let me kick this shit off by sayin' I don't regret fumblin' you goofy niggas at all Why I gotta keep remindin' bitches I'm two people? So you outnumbered little miss small Got this nigga on the web stalkin' ghosts But go digital when i'm done, like reinstall You textin' my phone talkin' stupid Bet I won't give up the a-ah-ah the next time you call Fuck we linkin' for if we ain't recordin' or on a date Or you pullin' up wit' cash? My shit always go on camera Like what else makes memory of me makin' you curl gon' last? Niggas act like they couldn't give a fuck But turn into a bitch when it's ya bro I wanna smash Makin' money on the OF is all You big juicy booty, ass niggas have Silence on these hoes, they be lookin' for a reaction Goin' up against south-side is negative like subtraction The thought of me talkin' back must give you all types of action A fine ass nigga, i'm just the whole damn caption Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached Mr. ran through dick, no motion, just a body catch 10-4 yo 10-20 is gettin' blown by dispatch No goals, no direction, fake love, just mismatch Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached Mr. ran through ass, no ocean, just a shady catch 10-4 yo cover is on trail by deathmatch No goals, no direction, fake love, just mismatch I ain't even gotta do too much The way ya'll niggas be beggin' me for attention Always got niggas in my dm Cause these weak bitches couldn't release their tension Better be nothin' but facts out ya mouth Cause my body gon' slide through if I get mention Ya'll talk shit, then be broke as fuck Goin' back n' forth like we got competition When the fuck did we start lettin' these niggas walk freely When they waste a real bitch's time I pray for yo next victim because the way you fuck It should be a motherfuckin' crime I dare any of you niggas to say shit about me When ya'll fuck anything that comes ya'll way When it comes to me ya'll niggas be quick To stare at anything that rhymes wit' gay But shit always be real sweet like candy As long everyone gettin' paid right? Textin' that fake ass apology But you'll come crawlin' back if it sounds right Spreadin' that shit oustide like a virus But as long no speaks it'll be alright, right? Normalizin' that freak shit on the DL But at the end of the day it's just a hole right? Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached Mr. ran through dick, no motion, just a body catch 10-4 yo 10-20 is gettin' blown by dispatch No goals, no direction, fake love, just mismatch Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached Mr. ran through ass , no ocean, just a shady catch 10-4 yo cover is on trail by deathmatch No goals, no direction, mwah, just mismatch