paroles de chanson Don't Miss (feat. Jackboy) - Jackboy , Rylo Rodriguez

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