Lyrics to Mist
O-kay, o-kay, o-kay
Ayy, ayy, EsDee (O-)
La-la-lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris'
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)
Lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris'
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)
Night time and I'm creeping through the mansion
Black gems on my neck, stay dancin'
Birds hit me line spawn kill, stop, camp them
Backstage pass cause' I'm young and I'm handsome
Got long black hair like an emo (Emo)
Drugs all-white, albino
Rolling the walls and I fill it with the green, bro
Ice on my neck, stay cold, sub-zero (O-kay)
Members-only, you won't makе it on the guest list
Shout loud, make thе crowd think I'm reckless
Chrome on my wrist, check pendant for the necklace
Young Scouse kid, make it sound like I'm from Texas (Okay)
Rocking like a star, coke for breakfast
Cartier necklace, Kush I'm obsessed with it
Outside and we're posted with the members
Pack landed, tellin' rkid, "Don't mess with it"
We got tons of different flavours, we love getting in
Came in the rave, pop pills and I'm settling
Only eighteen, labels screaming "Gotta get him in"
Beef, no I keep the metal in my hand like wedding ring
Ten girls on my body, I'm feeling rich today
Ten girls on my body, my girl gon' crash out
Put white in my city, it turned to Kraków
My girl still get scared when I turn Snap maps off in the trap house (O-kay)
He's lit but I ain't clockin; him
All amped up, stand up, Christ Rock'ing it
Peckish 'til I'm dead, Rick Ross with it
Lunch time, pop Sprite, gotta mix Wock' with it (Okay)
La-la-lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris'
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist, okay)
Lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris'
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)
Ayy, ayy, EsDee (O-)
La-la-lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris'
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)
Lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris'
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)
Night time and I'm creeping through the mansion
Black gems on my neck, stay dancin'
Birds hit me line spawn kill, stop, camp them
Backstage pass cause' I'm young and I'm handsome
Got long black hair like an emo (Emo)
Drugs all-white, albino
Rolling the walls and I fill it with the green, bro
Ice on my neck, stay cold, sub-zero (O-kay)
Members-only, you won't makе it on the guest list
Shout loud, make thе crowd think I'm reckless
Chrome on my wrist, check pendant for the necklace
Young Scouse kid, make it sound like I'm from Texas (Okay)
Rocking like a star, coke for breakfast
Cartier necklace, Kush I'm obsessed with it
Outside and we're posted with the members
Pack landed, tellin' rkid, "Don't mess with it"
We got tons of different flavours, we love getting in
Came in the rave, pop pills and I'm settling
Only eighteen, labels screaming "Gotta get him in"
Beef, no I keep the metal in my hand like wedding ring
Ten girls on my body, I'm feeling rich today
Ten girls on my body, my girl gon' crash out
Put white in my city, it turned to Kraków
My girl still get scared when I turn Snap maps off in the trap house (O-kay)
He's lit but I ain't clockin; him
All amped up, stand up, Christ Rock'ing it
Peckish 'til I'm dead, Rick Ross with it
Lunch time, pop Sprite, gotta mix Wock' with it (Okay)
La-la-lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris'
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist, okay)
Lad, I'm riding with your bitch
Got a 10z in me pocket and bottle full of Tris'
Five racks in the bank, put it all up on me wrist
Never fucking with a lame, won't be riding in the mist, nah (Mist)
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