Don't Miss

Look Look You should've known better Than play with me the warning is written in bold letters Don't say what they won't let us Tell master to catch us he better send best of the best of his known catchers Don't matter who top let me gone step up Six million ways to die what's yo preference I got the sauce aye lil hoe catch up I'm lit More hungry than ever The pit of my stomach is growling like terriers Step with my niggas I'm stomping like Kappas Get fly with your mouth sleep with the maggots Move like a gangster you move like a rapper Act like a trapper you act like a actor Drinking champagne in the back of the back of the party Can't see me it don't even matter I'm here with the gang and we don't trust nobody Stay in your lane you might end up a body Brought up in pain we go homie for homie More money more problems more problems more choppers Bread got longer temper got shorter Clip got bigger team got stronger Vision got clearer bitches got horny Checking my mirrors whip got foreign yeah Ice Trae Young with the shot my boy When I walk in hit the lights my boy When it's smoke we don't get online and type my boy Get the addy from your bitch we outside my boy This for my city I represent proudly They told me to get em I get it I got em What's drip to a faucet I sit with the bosses They pass it they know I'm a pop it Cause I don't miss I don't miss hoe Let me pop my shit Get off my dick hoe No I don't miss I don't miss hoe Let me pop my shit Get off my dick hoe From the bottom to the top you hear me Fifty rounds in the glock you hear me High speed in the drop you hear me Middle finger to the opps you hear me From the bottom to the top you hear me Fifty rounds in the glock you hear me High speed in the drop you hear me Middle finger to the opps you hear me yeah yeah yeah When it come to St. Louis I'm the goat hoe I could never miss a shot I got stroke hoe Streets cold so I ride with the stove on Get to tweaking put your spirit in the ozone Look sliding through the north out the drop going crazy Told her buss it open what you got for me baby Two cell phones doing numbers I'm gravy Check the Gmail more than any other pages Pedal to metal I put it in sport Drum on my lap I'm staying the course If it's about money I'm saying of course I'm calling the shots like we playing horse Rappers dissing sets they ain't slid on Call from out of town I just saved you from some 6 0's Heard the feds grabbed you did a week how you get home We never talk to no rats we got a strict code Hottest in the city but rest in peace to Mitch though Outside of him and Sco I know I killed them with the flip phones Wiggle through my zip code neck ears wrist froze Bring it to your porch like door dash fuck a diss song Not your respectable negro acceptable negro Or one you can take off the schedule negroes That's negative I'm talking less than a zero The villain that murdered the rest of the heroes Cause I don't miss I don't miss hoe Let me pop my shit Get off my dick hoe No I don't miss I don't miss hoe Let me pop my shit Get off my dick hoe From the bottom to the top you hear me Fifty rounds in the glock you hear me High speed in the drop you hear me Middle finger to the opps you hear me From the bottom to the top you hear me Fifty rounds in the glock you hear me High speed in the drop you hear me Middle finger to the opps you hear me yeah yeah yeah