Miss Me

(Ay, yeah, whoa)

(Whoa) (A-T-L Jacob)

(Whoa, whoa-whoa)

Ay, ay, I got shooters with some aim, boy

Ay, around my hood, like Debo, you a stain, boy

Ay, so, that's why she ain't messin' with no lame boys

We ain't bang, boy, better tuck your chain, boy, ay

Growin' up, I ain't have anything

Now I got V-V-S's in my pinky ring

You tweaking on that sip, I let that blicky ring

Got the stiffy at your smitty, we gon' let it sing, yeah

Let it sing, I call it Jodeci

Ay, fell in love with my heart, called it poetry

At, called up bro, I need about a four of lean

Got addicted 'cause she only show me loyalty

Ay, I got some ice, I bought a deuce

I got some juice (Ooh, ooh)

I'm on the ground, I lost my man, I got some loose screws (Ooh)

How, why you mad? I'm in my bag, I got some bands (Yeah, yeah)

I'm about to smash on her friend, funny thing she said (Yeah, yeah)

Ay, ay, shawty know French, amour, ay

You wanna spend the night 'cause you see shiny jewels, ay, ay

I rock Christian Loubs, grandma say, "Shiny shoes", ay, ay

Hatin' ass ****, anyway, boy, who invited you? Ay

Get in yo' bag, ay, I just wanna run up these bands, ay

**** wanna tweak, I'ma put this hot shit on yo' ass, ay (On yo' ass)

Ay, **** don't sleep, but I dream 'bout livin' in a mansion

****, don't tweak, 'cause my clip come with a big extension

We was trappin' in a school, I shoulda been suspended

I've been on the ground, 'cause I gotta get it

Strapped up with this tool, you should pay attention

She like, "Baby, I love you, you can't miss me wit' it"