Текст песни Missiles (feat. Trippie Redd) - Trippie Redd , GNAR

D-Diego
B-B-Bankroll got it
Dig?

Slurp it up, bitch, make a mess (yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (pressure)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (dig)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (dig)
Niggas talk shit, it ain't nothin' (for real)
Three hundred, all cash, how I'm comin' (uh-huh)

I'm a real rockstar, came from the trenches
Now I got bitches on bitches on bitches (yeah, yeah)
Throw him the cutter, my young nigga hit you
He just gon' get your ass for a lil' fifty (yeah)
Ballin' out just like I'm Madden
Excuse my bad language, I think I'm thе shit (yeah, for real)
Take a PJ out to Cali' to grab somе Biscotti, it's smellin' like piss

Doubled up (dope), I'm pourin' my stress in this double cup
Remember, I ran my first hundred up (hundred up)
My Draco got titties, a honeybun (honeybun)
Shoot in the crowd, you ain't takin' my chain
Your ass finna crash out, you swerve in my lane (no kizzy)
Only do guap-anese, speakin' that language (cash)
My young niggas Brims, they twistin' they fingers

I swerve in the double R, keep me a banger (yeah)
Couple snow bunnies, they stay in Topanga
Brushin' my WAP with some toothpaste (toothpaste)
VVS on my gums, ain't no tooth fake (tooth fake)
R.I.P. Nip, need a blue Wraith (R.I.P.)
These diamonds HD like a Blu-Ray (HD)
She eat out the kid like a buffet (yeah)
I been raw as fuck, you just too late, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Slurp it up, bitch, make a mess (hell, yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (hell, yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (hell, yeah, for real)
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (hell, yeah, dig)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (walk with the fuckin' Glock)
Niggas talk shit, it ain't nothin' (yeah)
Three hundred (yeah), all cash, how I'm comin' (yeah, hell, yeah)

Your bitch blew me like a whistle (phew)
I keep me two pistols, I feel just like Texas Ranger (bah)
Know that I keep me some missiles
Won't be hard to hit you, lil' bitch, I ain't gotta aim (yeah, okay)
Know that I drip in Versace, Armani my body (yeah)
Lil' bitch, it ain't got a stain (yeah, woo)
I count hundreds and fifties
I take a lil' tootsie to Johnny and buy me a new chain

Everyday is a movie, I keep me some clips
Lil' nigga, I shoot 'em like Blu-Ray (yeah)
My lil' baby flyin' like she up in the skies
She up like a blue jay (yeah, yeah)
Just bought an AP and deep dished
That bitch with a red face (yeah, yeah)
Heard niggas in the streets talkin'
I ain't worried 'bout what the dead say

Slurp it up, bitch, make a mess (hell, yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (hell, yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (hell, yeah, for real)
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (hell, yeah, dig)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (walk with the fuckin' Glock)
Niggas talk shit, it ain't nothin' (hell, yeah, yeah)
Three hundred, all cash, how I'm comin' (hell, yeah)

Slurp it up, bitch, make a mess (hell, yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (hell, yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (hell, yeah, for real)
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (hell, yeah, dig)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (walk with the fuckin' Glock)
Niggas talk shit, it ain't nothin' (hell, yeah, yeah)
Three hundred, all cash, how I'm comin' (hell, yeah)