Lil Playah - Misery! lyrics

[Intro: Lil Playah] Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yea-Yea-Yeah) Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) b*tch [Verse 1: Lil Playah] My pockets fat, your sh*t skinny b*tch, I play with them racks, I got plenty He talkin' real tough like he really about it So we pull on his block with a whole damn semi b*tch, I be running through money, I'm Sonic He said that I'm trash but he copied, ironic Had to leave that lil' white b*tch, she want the money I'ma laugh to the bank like that sh*t was a comic These ni**as mad I went up like a comet Your b*tch, she givin' me head like a bonnet They be hating on me, they won't get out my comments They keep hating on me, I don't care to be honest These ni**as really be lame to me They goofy, they all the same to me I look at these ni**as like enemies I just pray that the fame don't get to me You better pray that ho won't get with me My money long, lil' ni**a, like limousine Spanish b*tch, she love that Hennessy I might just put that ni**a out his misery [Verse 2: Slump6s] A lot of these ni**as be jealous 'cause I'm going up, boy, you better come kill me Your ni**as speaking on me, I ain't talking a bean but we aim at his kidneys She hit my phone, [?] [?] Not going up, boy, your music is sh*tty Me and my ni**as riding through the city Hanging with a biddie in a helicopter So many bullets, he gon' need a doctor Teach him a lesson, I don't need a proctor Bad ho, she in the kitchen cooking lobsters She the only one who got some options Like a custodian, I'm finna mop sh*t Hot on the beat, I'm on it just to talk sh*t I hop on the beat, I'm on it just to tell a ni**a how I shoot it like it's NBA Counting the racks up, do it every day That ni**a stalking, I know where you stay Hop in a jet, go to a different state Hop in a jet, go to a different city I'm in the bay, I'm balling like I'm Iggy [?] I'm up in Houston, I ain't talking Whitney