Don't Miss (feat. Jackboy)

Nile, I hear you

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(Damn, Kai, you goin' krazy)

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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