What did I Miss?

Life did a spin, talking 180
Flipping the script, talking new page
Sipping on gin, drink of choice lately
Flicking a bic, smoke to the face
Potatoes was mashed, but they ain't have gravy
I was down bad, but now I'm up great
Angels around me somebody saved me
During that crash I could've met fate
Like wait
New New York who this
Jacking that drill no I can't miss
Wait
All about contact, hits
Yea
I'm finna count that Swiss
Timeless, something kinda like my wrist
Grinding, fuck around might do tricks
Hitting the bag I don't use fist
In other words I go shop that list

Like wait what did I miss
Everything hits so I ain't miss shit
Pardon my swggett cuz I don't say drip
Oops my bad yea making them sick
Pardon my bag let's take a trip
Need a vaca cuz I work too much
At the end of the night I take a sip
Ima turn up take shrooms and such
Don't mind me if I get too lit
Turn around let me see you twerk that butt
Girl I'm tryna see what you working with
Don't worry bout what's in my cup
Just know after hours I'm tryna get lifted
Grew out some loccs cuz I'm tryna get twisted
Love for a thot that shit never existed
Shawty still down but she scared of commitment
When I was way down you never assisted
Looking for help they need an assistant
Did it myself, so keep your opinion
Never gave a fuck about how you feeling

Nowadays got bae nothing was the same
Ever since I got bae everything done changed
Upgraded the way I switch them lanes
Grinded some nuggs and twist some planes
On my name she took a plane
With New York she slid for Gang
With my slime we shlat the same
She do it for clout
She tweaking for fame
She fuck with a 4
We up in this game
Life did a spin, talking 360
Back where I started but I'm now dizzy
Put in that work right now I'm busy

Life did a spin, talking 180
Flipping the script, talking new page
Sipping on gin, drink of choice lately
Flicking a bic, smoke to the face
Potatoes was mashed, but they ain't have gravy
I was down bad, but now I'm up great
Angels around me somebody saved me
During that crash I could've met fate
Life did a spin, talking 180
Flipping the script, talking new page
Sipping on gin, drink of choice lately
Flicking a bic, smoke to the face
Potatoes was mashed, but they ain't have gravy
I was down bad, but now I'm up great
Angels around me somebody saved me
During that crash I could've met fate
New New York who this
Jacking that drill no I can't miss
Wait
All about contact, hits
Yea
I'm finna count that Swiss
Timeless, something kinda like my wrist
Grinding, fuck around might do tricks
Hitting the bag I don't use fist
In other words I go shop that list



Credits
Writer(s): Tony Stricklin
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