No Misses (feat. P.A Buckxz)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I told my shooter go Stephen when it's game time
He eatin' off them back doors, we on the same time
I'm gettin' to it, me and Benji got the same sign
Had them bitches pointin' to my wrist before Dame time
It's all pivotal, Northside General
Jumped into music, now the dope game, digital
Dope man, dope man, he postin' like them sinners do
All this jewelry on the sun shining in the winter too
In the drought, we had to turn to Wells Fargo
Nigga turned snitch, we had to put him in them hardsoles
S-Cargo, my car go crazy
Had the top pick and chose my old bitch, she was a Darko
Milicic, nigga, do you know just who you dealin' with
Paramedics settin' up them cones, my niggas drillin' shit
Bet it on Black on the hood, I see a mill in this
And when I do, take the whole block to the dealership
No misses, no misses
More money and more riches
More honeys and more digits
You gotta hustle, my nigga, just go and get it
No misses, no misses
More money and more riches
More honeys and more digits
You gotta hustle, my nigga, just go and get it
We'll never hold nothin' in, no
I gotta check, dawg
Soon as he movin' like a S on it
Knock his chest off
I tell my homie, wash his hands
He been touchin' Fentanyl
I record my homie, talkin' shit
When he on the collect call
Keep him motivated, vice versa
He know his boy can make it
Grab the 40 then said never mind, I gotta Drake it
A scorpion, more life
Fuck her tell her, take care
If you readin' this, it's too late
That's what I texted and got outta there
If you was in my city and nothin' is the same
So far gone, thank me later for this pain
What a time to be alive, like fuck what it cost
If she don't believe in a nigga, then that's her loss
I'm a certified player, girl, that's my fault
I was young with money, dumb with money
Bustin' off my gun for money
Sleepin' on your crib for it, we call that slumber money
Lay somethin' down bout it
You know it's up for money
No misses, no misses
More money and more riches
More honeys and more digits
You gotta hustle, my nigga, just go and get it
No misses, no misses
More money and more riches
More honeys and more digits
You gotta hustle, my nigga, just go, just go
I told my shooter go Stephen when it's game time
He eatin' off them back doors, we on the same time
I'm gettin' to it, me and Benji got the same sign
Had them bitches pointin' to my wrist before Dame time
It's all pivotal, Northside General
Jumped into music, now the dope game, digital
Dope man, dope man, he postin' like them sinners do
All this jewelry on the sun shining in the winter too
In the drought, we had to turn to Wells Fargo
Nigga turned snitch, we had to put him in them hardsoles
S-Cargo, my car go crazy
Had the top pick and chose my old bitch, she was a Darko
Milicic, nigga, do you know just who you dealin' with
Paramedics settin' up them cones, my niggas drillin' shit
Bet it on Black on the hood, I see a mill in this
And when I do, take the whole block to the dealership
No misses, no misses
More money and more riches
More honeys and more digits
You gotta hustle, my nigga, just go and get it
No misses, no misses
More money and more riches
More honeys and more digits
You gotta hustle, my nigga, just go and get it
We'll never hold nothin' in, no
I gotta check, dawg
Soon as he movin' like a S on it
Knock his chest off
I tell my homie, wash his hands
He been touchin' Fentanyl
I record my homie, talkin' shit
When he on the collect call
Keep him motivated, vice versa
He know his boy can make it
Grab the 40 then said never mind, I gotta Drake it
A scorpion, more life
Fuck her tell her, take care
If you readin' this, it's too late
That's what I texted and got outta there
If you was in my city and nothin' is the same
So far gone, thank me later for this pain
What a time to be alive, like fuck what it cost
If she don't believe in a nigga, then that's her loss
I'm a certified player, girl, that's my fault
I was young with money, dumb with money
Bustin' off my gun for money
Sleepin' on your crib for it, we call that slumber money
Lay somethin' down bout it
You know it's up for money
No misses, no misses
More money and more riches
More honeys and more digits
You gotta hustle, my nigga, just go and get it
No misses, no misses
More money and more riches
More honeys and more digits
You gotta hustle, my nigga, just go, just go
Credits
Writer(s): Dondre Perry
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