Banks - Misunderstood Lyrics

Seven three eight for the fitted
99 Hoes in my business
Three thirty six for the city
Double up nigga i get it
I don't compare to a nigga that break singles
I only break 100s with bitches that don't mingle
Laces out the yeezys I'm feeling like ray finkle
Gotta pocket full of prezis my nigga they don't jingle
Throw it the bag the tags just don't matter
Only ride strikes my nigga like cold batters
Please Don't compare me to a inbox nigga
I'm at the top of the green Like the tree top nigga
They know that we hot nigga
They wanna know about what we cop nigga
I'm kinda open like a t top nigga
We drop We Rock key lock nigga
We got the dough we change the lox like d block nigga
Prolly make it when I'm 35
I'd rather pop with late truths instead of early lies
In some Nikes laced up with a sturdy tie
In a bag like some curly fries
Doing shit they wishing they could
Young banks pussy nigga still misunderstood