Mission

Hey i wanna milly, i wanna milly, I wanna milly, I wanna milly
She wanna Milly, she wanna milly, she wanna milly, she wanna milly

Hey I'm on a mother fucking mission
Hey shit on these niggas fuck pissing
Hey I'm on ya top like a ceiling
Hey hop out the coupe with no ceiling

Ya I'm on a mother fucking mission, I gotta get it and get it and get it again
Shit on these niggas fuck pissing, I gotta pop it and pop it til I can't win
Bitch we the mother fucking topic we give em a show
He speaking on out business he 5 0
Who let that nigga up here with the folks
God he fold on our gang you gotta meet our lil friend
Damn I'm killing these beats please forgive for my sins
I'm dropping in richeese my cash in
I got 180 on a dash and I'm dashing
Boy you ain't having that shit you a has been
Boy you ain't having that shit I can tell by your mother fucking photos
Yea I put them bitches all up in the front, durk in closing the back door
(I'm closing the back door)

Huh I'm closing the back door
I can't go out out like him that's a no no
She wan smoke all my runts that's a no no
He talking crazy, cap, polo
All that shit get back to me like 10 4 (all that shit get back to me like 10 4)
I hit her outside I'm smoking on indoor
Shawty don't even get the memo
Only we it can be is Nintendo
I can not let up on none of these niggas
I'm keeping my foot on they mother fucking neck
She playing hard to get, yea I'm a dog, I like playing fetch
She got that cardi B, I hop in that shit (I hop in that shit and it's wet)
I can't even go like him I'm shooting first can't be the next nigga next
Pardon me, who the fuck harder than me, Ian seen a fuck nigga yet
(Ian seen a fuck nigga yet)
Heard he was sponsored by Nike but Ian seen no check
Walk in this bitch like a check
Suit, gun, tie on a nigga yea I'm feeling like wick
I'm on a mother fucking mission, bitch ima Fight with my dog like fucking Mike Vick

Ya I'm on a mother fucking mission, I gotta get it and get it and get it again
Shit on these niggas fuck pissing, I gotta pop it and pop it til I can't win
Bitch we the mother fucking topic we give em a show
He speaking on out business he 5 0
Who let that nigga up here with the folks
God he fold on our gang you gotta meet our lil friend
Damn I'm killing these beats please forgive for my sins
I'm dropping in richeese my cash in
I got 180 on a dash and I'm dashing
Boy you ain't having that shit you a has been
Boy you ain't having that shit I can tell by your mother fucking photos
Yea I put them bitches all up in the front, durk in closing the back door
(I'm closing the back door)



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Writer(s): Tre Smith
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