Misunderstood (feat. Young Thug)

I know you working hard but how you gon' figure me out? Hey|Always running your mouth|Never knowin' what you talking about, hey|Look, what's there to figure?|When you speak of that nigga that you can't understand|And now I'm all on the road|Running 100 miles an hour, not even which way to go|Look, if I don't know myself then tell me how do you know?|I've come to prove and show you niggas that I'm trained to go|Look, uh, uh, uh|But what's there to figure?|When you speak of that nigga, you don't understand|But fuck it, I flood this with these bands|Do a drive-by, fly-by leave him where here staying|I just bought an AP, it's cleaner than stainless|I was I could tell him but he duckin' dangerous|He ready for popping off and all he ain't scared of us|He say he ain't no snitch but he tired of tellin' us|I flood that bitch with Gucci she stand from the ceiling up|Fuck the cops, they killing us|They kids are not real as us|But what's there to kill about|When these bitches and niggas|They won't understand|Dat-dat I can fuck any bitch in here without paying|Yeah, where my phone at? Call up Tar I need some xannies|I want these poor niggas to complain|I want these fake robbers to keep laying|And he ain't want these fake bitches to keep singing|They think baby is mine like they gon' get a dime|We'll work it out with time|I want yours 'cause you got mine|Yeah-yeah-yeah, it ain't nothing to talk about|So I'm like what's there to kill about|When these bitches and niggas, they won't understand|As I revisit what I made for you to listen to|I get into my zone and let go, that's the ritual|Ask but when I mention you, not having clues and being fool|Darling to this one trick pony, thought I'm not the dude|And you can be a local heathen to the son of Satan|I give it up to him who praises and that's all I'm saying|I made a killing for a better life|Remember once and I'll forget it twice|Took advantage over night|I pray to God and hope I'm moving right|I pray on y'all to quench my appetite|Told you that my screws ain't tight|I had to buckle down and focus 'cause I almost lost it|I was hemorrhaging in the red and I could not afford it|Niggas tried to appropriate me, I could not go for it|I'm talking mine, I'm claiming mine, bitch I go Narcos for it|They gon' make me glow up, I got no choice I'm saying|But what's the point of saying if you still won't understand?