Текст песни Mr. Mr. (feat. 4T Trap) - GMG Lulheim

(RJ Banks on the beat, haha, 4T)
(Yea, Mr. Mr. bitch)
(Ah, yea 1 more time, 4T)
(Grahh, grahh, grahh)

Mr. Mr. left you missing, bitch come slide fuck all that dissin'
He been dead for years stop reminiscing
I keep shedin' tears got drug addictions
Getting money taught me addition, fucking hoes no I never listen
Keep on sliding we don't got no friction
Her heart a puzzle, got the piece that's missing

Run off on that plug 'cause I don't give a fuck
This stick got a dick you gon' play you get fucked
Why the fuck is your purping you ain't even up
How the fuck is you lurking I never get touched
Yea walk in the party I'm airin' it out
Know some real trap niggas from north to the south
I'm rapping for money you rapping for clout
How you diss on my gang but you leaving me out

I say Mr. Mr. left you missing, bitch come slide fuck all that dissin'
He been dead for years stop reminiscing
I keep shedin' tears got drug addictions
Getting money taught me addition, fucking hoes no I never listen
Keep on sliding we don't got no friction
Nigga who beefing I was never in it

I had no pot to piss in, took a break no intermission
Don't ask 'bout me it's confidential
Pops told me to never settle, I was jit trying to fight my battles
She gon' ride on the dick she don't need no saddle
I'ma keep me a stick like austin powers, what you heard about him
I'ma dunk like howerd, she keep getting louder

When I'm in that bitch, two tone glock and it came with a switch
Been staying ten toes they ain't never get with me
How that's the gang and they playing you fifty
Got too many bitches this shit getting tricky
Niggas be rat like mickey, they ask why I'm upping the semi
Used to be walking, I'm driving a bently
Saw I got money niggas catching envy

I say Mr. Mr. left you missing, bitch, uh
We checked the gram we caught you dissin'
Uh, pour a four in sprite you got to mix it
Where the opps check they attendance
Ain't went to school still taught a lesson
Might push up on him with a smith and wesson

Two way stretch I ain't toting no glock
Play in the streets boy we on that block
Down in the field where we creep after dark
Want smoke with the gang it's like swimming with sharks
Put a x in the cup I ain't talking no wok
Cap on the net but ain't toting no glock
Bordie a big dog bet he won't bark

Slide on the block and you feeling the tension
Slide on the block and you know I ain't missing
Niece get a bag and that 1 thot wishin'
Slide on the block and it come for the vengeance

Chef go hard for his gang, slide with a glock take 'em out with a bang
Slide with the chop boy you don't got to aim
Big 4T nigga I ain't never change

Mr. Mr. left you missing, bitch come slide fuck all that dissin'
He been dead for years stop reminiscing
I keep shedin' tears got drug addictions
Getting money taught me addition, fucking hoes no I never listen
Keep on sliding we don't got no friction
Her heart a puzzle, got the piece that's missing

Run off on that plug 'cause I don't give a fuck
This stick got a dick you gon' play you get fucked
Why the fuck is your purping you ain't even up
How the fuck is you lurking I never get touched
Yea walk in the party I'm airin' it out
Know some real trap niggas from north to the south
I'm rapping for money you rapping for clout
How you diss on my gang but you leaving me out
(RJ Banks on the beat)