Don't Miss (feat. Jackboy)

Nile, I hear you (Damn, Kai, you goin' krazy) G way G way, I like to flex with hoes If it run out of gas, go electric mode The head wasn't shit, had me pissed, come on No trouble with hits, they remixed the bowls Tryna nut on her face, I won't miss your nose She want French, but I choked her, I ain't kissin a ho Whole team ballin', we just gon' pick and roll If we can't bring the guns then I missed the show Fuck these collagen tables, we stand on Your brother look bad, put your mans on A wide body, she got a tan on Fucked her boosie, I slid with my pants on What the hell I look like doin' a diss song? I'm tryna make a don't-miss-song (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) I'm tryna make a don't-miss-song Say trappin' is dead, bring bags to the funeral I don't even got a bed, don't care 'bout no rumors (room) If you don't hit that no sweat, as long as you shootin' I just want the bread, you can keep the communion I'm with bae in the 'Vette, my ho got a shitty face My hood on my trunk, they just outta the sweet place I watched some niggas go to jail and they turnin' snakes Hood hot, laws out, can you tell me which way? I got some homies in jail who sharpen the knives that turn to a blick I'm goin' up elevators, jumped off and went to the stairs, I thought about Mitch A lot of these niggas, they hoes and bitches, so we on they wigs like spritz Purple red froze cup, hot Cheetoh, granny used to beat my ass with a switch Your nigga rat and I don't need to talk about it That boy got caught and agreed to talk about it Pistol, no, I cannot leave the house without it Got mud on my shirt and my jeans was Off-White I got some Wock' in my pores If you need it to be clean and just trust I watched niggas go marry the game They threw they controllers when they got divorced Bought a Cartier ring, I can't get divorced Fell in love with Dior, would've thought I'm endorsed All that dirty money, I'm not tryna do chores Shop when I land, show the mall no remorse Fly guy with bands, I could fuck any whore Get sloppy top then don't want her no more Fuck all the opps, let's go take 'em to war Runnin' with sticks, this bitch came with a sword The game feelin' strange, lames in it for fame They goin' insane for a lil' piece of change I got that bitch brain but didn't get her name I kicked that bitch out, you made her your main I figured it out, we just not the same Used to be broke, look what I became I could buy a car with each of my chains Icy lil' nigga, gotta keep my flame Bustdown Thotiana, nothin' I do plain Picture perfect, I ain't even need a frame When I was broke, I was the only nigga I could blame Now I'm ballin' hard throwin' bows in the paint All these blue hunnids make a broke ho faint Pull up back-to-back coupe, me and gang switchin' lanes Put the law on a chase, so much guns to explain Get an opp out the way, all my shooters got aim G way, I like to flex with hoes If it run out of gas, go electric mode The head wasn't shit, had me pissed, come on No trouble with hits, they remixed the bowls Tryna nut on her face, I won't miss your nose She want French, but I choked her, I ain't kissin a ho Whole team ballin', we just gon' pick and roll If we can't bring the guns then I missed the show Fuck these collagen tables, we stand on Your brother look bad, put your mans on A wide body, she got a tan on Fucked her boosie, I slid with my pants on What the hell I look like doin' a diss song? I'm tryna make a don't-miss-song (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew) I'm tryna make a don't-miss-song