Misbehavior ft. GP Jay Lyrics

When you hop in the mix it ain't no turning back,

hop in the Stu and we sippin on act

These bitches be tricking you know that's a fact,

Steady be dippin' and running right back

You be on feet while I'm racing the track

She said that she like the seat in the back

I'm from a place where that they call it the WAK

They call me DeSanti I keep it a stack

Pick up your girl caus she lookin down

Bummy ass fits boy you look like a clown

Ask for the lo' ain't no where to be found

They steady be hating they new to the...

Who ever be hating, they new to the sound

I was deep in the dirt I was deep in the ground

But I found a way out now they diggin' the sound

I met up with your bitch and I'm dicking her down

(Damn.. don't touch, what you can't handle)

Blew her shit out like a mo'fucking candle

Dunk on her shit... Julius Randel...

Beat it too good, now she's making a scandle

I put that shit on like a mo'fucking Sandel

Im right by the door ain't no bitch I can't handle

Could put you to sleep but I really don't plan to

Do you really wanna know what these hands do

Batter up im'ma hit it to the stands

Flick up, hold up check out the stance

You're not my hoe so don't call me ya' man

Load up the the choppa we makin'em dance

Roll up the zaa blow that shit like a fan

Pour up the woky im not trynna land

pull up in the massi' i feel like the man

Got a foreign luh' bitch but she dont understand

(We too deep in the)

(We too deep in the)

We too deep in the bad behavior

She too deep in the streets can't save her

I got him a cape cus' he tryn'na be the savior

He don't want the static get hit with a laser

Hitting flips on it like she a skater

Finn'a run it up just like the pacer

Wok' straight I ain't takin no chaser

Hoe out her mind if she think imma chase her

Bitch wailin, worst behavior

You chasing the hoes, I be chasing the paper

If she a bop ain't no way you can save her

Lil' bitch tryna fuck yeah, she's signing a waiver

Bummy ass fit baby be thinking she ate down

Throw ya bitch in the ring that's a take down

Tryna cuddle but I got that bih face down

In the rari shooting 30.s shawty' stay down

Let my hoe whip it Around town

I think we gon end up in pound town

I count up the cash and you count down

You know that we woving the cowd now

You know that we up from the loud sound

When I'm at the top better bow down

So hot that we burning the house down

Yeah the glock with a switch it go,

(FRAA, FRAA)

It's belt to ass season we whippig 'em up,

I'm pouring up wock' got the mud in my cup

If she don't wan fuck, tell her back the fuck up,

If he don't wan fuck, tell her step the side...

Step, Step, Step to the side

Pull up with drakes and they pull up with fire

Now she wan'na fuck cause she know that I'm hot

Im'ma run this bitch up 'till the day that I die