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MISS ME! (feat. forgotten ghost)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
MISS ME! (feat. forgotten ghost) was released on October 17, 2025 by Victis as a part of the album 3VICTIS: THE RETURN
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Release DateOctober 17, 2025
LabelVictis
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Victis
Victis
Vocals
forgotten ghost
forgotten ghost
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
forgotten ghost
forgotten ghost
Songwriter
Spencer Kay
Spencer Kay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
blemeego!
blemeego!
Producer

Lyrics

I could just fly at you
Look like a damn comet
I've been just going too crazy
You know I've been honest (it's lit, we back)
It's Vic
What, what (blemeego)
What, what
How many times was I upping the choppa while you was up out on the street
I got hella blickies on me if you wanna play with me I can delete
And I got all these choppas but I can just turn you right up into mince meat
If you got all these skilled shooters, then tell me how did you miss me? (me)
Why you always missing?
Ball like I'm Kobe, I'm swishing
All of my shooters be hitting
Play with the gang and you minced meat
I'm upping the choppa, I go hit Rodeo
I run with a 9, you gon' splatter like Mayo
I run down to Pablo, bitch where are my pesos
Nah I don't want Xans, hell nah them bitched laced hoe
Up in the stu, spit in the booth
Then I slide thru in a coupe, ooh
Bitch you gon' move
'Rari whip smooth
.223 up in it too, ooh
Running the city, my brothers tote Smitty's
I'm in your house and I'm clutching a .50
They say I'm demonic, they say I'm a sinner
I clutch up on choppas and throw on the laser
Throw on the ski, grab up the team
Load up the Glock 9's, 223's
I'm on your front porch, I'm on your steps
Even if you ain't miss still hit the vest
I got the Glocky, right to your head
Bitch I don't miss, I'mma fill you with lead
I got a choppa, I'm upping it
You want some smoke, I ain't ducking it, running it
Vic got a bullet for you
Don't say I'm not crazy, I act like a fool
And I'm hurting the babies, my words are too cruel
And I just spun the block, popping out with a tool, wrap it up
I'm not up in your lane, I could not cap enough
I'm not saying your name, that's the platform you want
I'm a different being, you never saw me in the mirror
I'm nice with my moves and I keep getting slicker
I pop out go crazy with slims, you ain't thicker
Than walls of shots hitting you up in the liver
I twist it, remind me of every time you told me I was little
I'm spazzing way harder than anyone thought
I saw the people get put on it
I been just seeing the shit that you on
Bopping the comp, I been slid on it
On that loud
Fuck a crowd (woah)
Too much
Too much
Yeah this plane going down
Written by: Spencer Kay, forgotten ghost
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