Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh - Misconceptions lyrics

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