Ghst - Misbehave.mp3 (feat. J.O.) Lyrics

Charged up innis bitch, I can't f*ck with lil niggas
How you dissin' on the gang that get you smoked, lil nigga
I can't be with lil niggas, bitch, I be with real killers
And we ride with that pack, like some f*ckin' dope dealers, ayy
Uh, me and my niggas, grave diggers (grave diggers)
X you out that circle, bitch, we take you out the picture
Workin' wonders like a genie, makin' disses, cuz it's simple
And I don't like to talk too much, you feelin' bold
Come get your pimple, bussed
We gon' send some hits, you gotta gun, we got a bigger one
We been had the drop but turned our back to save the little ones
All these niggas, they ain't coolin' with J.O., but I ain't feelin' em
It's some niggas, I ain't cool with to this day, cuz they ain't real enough
All these niggas, they be trickin' for these hoes, stop that funny shit
I'm the type don't waste no time, i be gettin' to the money quick
Off the shrooms, feelin' dumb, so I'm guess I'm onna funny trip
Off the shrooms, gettin head, so that bitch is suckin gummy dick
Me and my niggas be on funny shit,
Take the roof up off the car like nigga, this a flyin ship
And me and gang a go f*ck up a check
Got your bitch on my dick, but she don't even got my number yet
(woo)
And she ain't gon' get it, got your bitch up on my dick, cause she said she don't wanna lick it
I'm a goofy ass nigga, but I make these f*ckin' millions
I can't be with stupid niggas, I get high and get to thinkin' like
(shhhhhhhhhh)
Bitch, it's quiet onna set
It's like ion f*ck with money, how i'm f*ckin' up this check
And now ya main bitch wet, and ion even want no pussy, I just want some f*ckin head
I got your bitch up on my dick, but I just want to f*ck ha friend
If she wanna come along, then I'ma leave her pussy red
And now I gotta f*ckin' spazz, I see J.O. in the back, I see him clutchin' on his mag
That means somethin' finna pop off, bitch you bet not f*ckin lag
Or I'ma leave your ass here, bitch, go catch a f*ckin' cab
Get the f*ck on
That bitch hit different when she mad
Me and GHØST! up innis bitch like Rick and Morty in the lab
Why he missin' I don't know, that's the one I'm finna act
Brody trippin'
Yeah, I know, because he bussin' off the addy
Told big bro, he gotta go, this nigga still ain't wit it yet
Passed Tommy, inna corner of the club
(SLUMPED!)
I been sippin' all night, so I ain't feelin' nothin'
This lil trigger feelin' nice, I been starin' at the button
This lil' shot jus got me nice, so I might go and grab another
J.O. is a fighter, no, I'm not the type for lovin'
That lil' hoe ain't it, so I'm f*ckin' on her cousin
She reachin' for dick, but I ain't watchin' what she touchin'
She gon' eat the dick, you know, some shit just like a muffin
I smoke woods to the face like nothin'
Thumbin through the blues, countin' money by the hundred
Gotta tell the truth, only lie when the judge in it
Freak gon eat the dick, she know some shit just like a muffin
Five shooters on the team, like some niggas started hoopin'
Tear the ceiling off this bitch like some niggas started shootin'
Like he JT on the hip, brody clutchin on Lil Uzi
Got so many clips, my niggas might just shoot a movie
Truly
It ain't no man i can't outdo
You wanna run up, don't you try it, chopp be playin peekaboo
And if a nigga wanna try it, I respect it, and salute
Because it's on this day, you dyin, reunitin with your crew
A lot of niggas think I'm lyin', how i'm flyin innis coupe
But bitch, the money comin' different, now
I'm ridin' wit no roof
Me and J.O. comin' different, we inspirin' the youth
A lot of bitches flock to us, cuz we spit fire in the booth
Man, I got this party jumpin', aye we finna blow this roof
So if a nigga got a problem, he can come talk to this tool
Ion f*ck with goofy niggas that i knew way back in school
Them niggas bap about the riches, man, they lyin bout them jewels
Ion f*ck with goofy bitches, bitch, I put you inna song
And if a nigga need a beat, then I just hit my homie's phone like
Zero
Aye, bitch, I need a f*ckin' check
I'm tryin' to wrap these goofy niggas up and leave them on they necks (see i like)
Smokin' by the pound, I can't feel below the neck
But if a nigga run up wrong, I'ma up this f*ckin' tech
Why you buy a f*ckin' vest? Ion aim below the neck
See, you a goofy-ass nigga, bitch, I die behind respect
I kno yall niggas don't want smoke cause yo bitch kno where i be at
And if a nigga wanna try me, he can meet the f*ckin' set
If a nigga bangin' wrong then we put two into his head
So if you toe-to-toe with me, then I'ma lay yo ass to rest
Ha-ha, stupid bitch