"Misconceptions" lyrics
41 Lyrics
(performed by Kyle Richh & Jenn Carter)
Damn lil' FckBwoy! Man, you know that I be killin' shit
Glah
Like, what?
Shoot through the dark
Dissin' my dead and this .40 gon' bark (Glah-glah-glah)
Big EBK, I don't show no remorse (Like, what? Like, what?)
She a baddie, she shoot from Dior (Glah-glah-glah)
Can't trust no bitch, that's what (Like, what?)
She said her nigga not hittin' it right (Like, what?)
She a thot, she need dick in her life
I got a gun, why the fuck would I fight? (They know)
Dotty or dummy, up that spliff, new opp in the air (Dotty)
Spot a opp, that's on bro, I'ma flair
I got a gun, why the fuck would I fear? (Like, what? Like, what?)
Perky bussin', 'drenaline rushin'
He tried to run, caught the shots at his stomach (Like, damn)
Spin through, flock at his muffin
Dotty a dummy, that boy saw nothin' (Glah-glah-glah)
Told bro, ''Shoot at his rear'' (Like, what?)
Gimme that chain, that shit got glare (Glah-glah-glah)
Like, what? Who that, right there? (That right there)
Thumb in her butt, she a thot, don't care (Glah-glah-glah)
Spin in a V, he on feet (Like, what?)
Did a drill, had to switch up the sweater
(Like, we goin' up then everythin' better) (Like, damn)
Try to line, I'ma send her to Melo (Like, damn)
And P is my favorite letter (Like, what?)
I'm in that pussy, I'm makin' it wetter (Glah-glah-glah)
He a rat, eatin' that cheddar (Like, what? Like, what?)
One false move, I'ma think it's a set up (Glah-glah-glah)
She a demon, she like to perform
If I'm down, I'ma shoot through the storm (Glah-glah, boom)
Said that boy is a dummy, got sent to the Lord (Gang, gang, gang)
And I'm feenin' the click on the blick in the mall
Like keep a heater, so I can stay warm (Gang, gang, gang)
I am not Durk, but I'm closin' the door (Glah-glah, boom)
I'm Lil Baby, emotions is raw
I'm a dog and it's bread in my paw
She like, "Jenn, you all over the TV"
I understand why she never can see me (Scary)
I can tell that the opps wanna be me (Glah-glah)
Hang out the V, can't dump, no BB (Glah, glah, glah)
I be geekin', I oot out the Mackage (Gang)
They like, "Carter you turn to a savage" (Glah-glah)
Fuckin' your bitch, I can tell she a average
I'ma just keep on stackin'
He a dummy, keep on lackin'
Reload the clip with the beam on his back then
Ten deep, be cautious
Like, what? It's a 4-1 extortion
Glah
Like, what? Like, what?
Glah
Glah, glah, glah
Glah
Like, what?
Shoot through the dark
Dissin' my dead and this .40 gon' bark (Glah-glah-glah)
Big EBK, I don't show no remorse (Like, what? Like, what?)
She a baddie, she shoot from Dior (Glah-glah-glah)
Can't trust no bitch, that's what (Like, what?)
She said her nigga not hittin' it right (Like, what?)
She a thot, she need dick in her life
I got a gun, why the fuck would I fight? (They know)
Dotty or dummy, up that spliff, new opp in the air (Dotty)
Spot a opp, that's on bro, I'ma flair
I got a gun, why the fuck would I fear? (Like, what? Like, what?)
Perky bussin', 'drenaline rushin'
He tried to run, caught the shots at his stomach (Like, damn)
Spin through, flock at his muffin
Dotty a dummy, that boy saw nothin' (Glah-glah-glah)
Told bro, ''Shoot at his rear'' (Like, what?)
Gimme that chain, that shit got glare (Glah-glah-glah)
Like, what? Who that, right there? (That right there)
Thumb in her butt, she a thot, don't care (Glah-glah-glah)
Spin in a V, he on feet (Like, what?)
Did a drill, had to switch up the sweater
(Like, we goin' up then everythin' better) (Like, damn)
Try to line, I'ma send her to Melo (Like, damn)
And P is my favorite letter (Like, what?)
I'm in that pussy, I'm makin' it wetter (Glah-glah-glah)
He a rat, eatin' that cheddar (Like, what? Like, what?)
One false move, I'ma think it's a set up (Glah-glah-glah)
She a demon, she like to perform
If I'm down, I'ma shoot through the storm (Glah-glah, boom)
Said that boy is a dummy, got sent to the Lord (Gang, gang, gang)
And I'm feenin' the click on the blick in the mall
Like keep a heater, so I can stay warm (Gang, gang, gang)
I am not Durk, but I'm closin' the door (Glah-glah, boom)
I'm Lil Baby, emotions is raw
I'm a dog and it's bread in my paw
She like, "Jenn, you all over the TV"
I understand why she never can see me (Scary)
I can tell that the opps wanna be me (Glah-glah)
Hang out the V, can't dump, no BB (Glah, glah, glah)
I be geekin', I oot out the Mackage (Gang)
They like, "Carter you turn to a savage" (Glah-glah)
Fuckin' your bitch, I can tell she a average
I'ma just keep on stackin'
He a dummy, keep on lackin'
Reload the clip with the beam on his back then
Ten deep, be cautious
Like, what? It's a 4-1 extortion
Glah
Like, what? Like, what?
Glah
Glah, glah, glah
Writer(s): Henry Fasheun
