Miserlou

Lyrics

[Intro] Whoo! Ha, ha, ha Ha, holy shit, [?], holy shit (Whoo) (Hey, hey) [Verse 1: Kristo] Yeah, pressure cooker, pressure cookin', can't make mistakes Like Wolverine's bones (Ayy), can't take a break (Ayy) No way, no vacay but palm trees surround me Okay, no mayday but you could see us goin' down What you call a problem, I call brief interference Breachin' McLarens, jump inside the driver's seat, now I'm steerin' And adjust the mirror, I was clearin', turn the stereo up (Up, up) Then turn it back down 'cause everything I'm hearin' just sucks (Ha) Don't give a fuck like ridin' dirty through suburbia (Uh-uh) Bars so heavy, pick 'em up and get a hernia (Uh-huh) I am so determined to sermon, I'm callin' Erykah 'Parin' to permanently change my name to hypothermia Once more (Once more), I don't understand what they front for Find me a bank, I'll laugh my way to the front door (Ha-ha) Now they wanna roll but it's too late (Too late) See, joke's on you, ha, touché (Touché) Got 'em all lined up at the [?] You play [?] like [?], hey, hey Hey you, babe Let's jump this [?] and overdose Standin' at the altar, not a chance of having frozen toes (No) And you kermits had your permits revoked For jumpin' on the bandwagon, now you countin' my spokes (Count 'em up) [Break: Kristo] Fresh "Oh, I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? Please, continue..." (Wow) [Verse 2: A-Wolf] Leakin' my own, I started my own class You fuckers need help, I don't need a pen and pad (No) I fuck your favorite model then send her home in a cab But maybe Uber that bitch, I pooper-scooper that bitch, you know? That means shitted on her Then walk around with that face like I just did it on her I kick that knowledge, drop that pimpin' on her Fresh to death, boy, I been a goner I'm in the game, I should've been a starter [Verse 3: Micky Munday] Now it's your fur, close the curtains like I'm tryna hide Hoppin' out that backseat like I don't even drive I'm feelin' like Big on Ready to Die But my fit look like I'm fuckin' ready to fly Man, I'm just a petty hustler who rolls from the streets And all my homies bear arms like they didn't have sleeves Man, I'm flexin' on you bitches; no cameras, just cheese And when I die, they gon' hologram me [Chorus: Kristo] Fresh, I be (I be) Flyer than a jet, I be (I be) So sick, better get IV (IV) Say you better get like me Fresh, fresh, fre-fre-fre-fre-fresh, I be Flyer than a jet, I be (I be) Say you better get like me (Like me) Or fuck around and get your ass whooped [Verse 4: S-Mak] Uh, uh Young international man of leisure, hit London for the weekend Now watch the next twirl on all the girlies when he creeps in Somethin' European engineered to tie your screecher And yes, I'm talkin' English, motherfucker, do you speak it? (Yes) Then tell me what he looks like—he's black, he's sharp He rocks a fancy [?] with waves deep as Cape Cod's My god, speed up and catch me On [?] tide skatin' [?] Gretzky, no messy talks, be an [?] I'm gunnin' right for your headpiece, hitman without a motive Fiend luxury all the motive, hit the gas and crank the motor Whiplash on me never slow up, two [?] on your every shoulder Show out every time I show up, trunk your deuces when I roll up Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up (Ha-ha) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up Hol' up [Verse 5: Sincere Blak Poet] Yeah, uh Double back for some [?] Forty racks on a promo They told me black was a no-go Now Gucci matchin' my polo And they be talkin' stacks with facts, they ain't got no though I set up in the trap, two hunnid stacks on the low-low No XO's, these cats get exposed Blak exposed on many tracks, ex-throned And that act goes in the hoods throughout the West, yo Your big boy about [?], pretty good but not the best Feelin' like Big did in ninety-one But I don't mean Big Poppa, I mean Pun, yeah Black flow like the homie of Fat Joe Run up on me, this mack blow, they don't want me to stack dough Almost let rap go, left it for mack flow Like fuck a packed show as long as my pack show, uh I'm back though, tell 'em, "Run out the back do'" Came back for you [?], [?] with that glow, homie