Missing

I'm still screamin undaaa yeaaa
Any false move and we tweakin Oh
I ain't sendin no hit got a Glock with a stick
Imma back that shit out and start tweakin
Nd I'm still with the shits yea I'm still taking risks imma run that shit up every season
Got a lot on my mind It be fucking me up but you know that they can't see my weakness
And I used to be blind but I'm one of a kind
They was fu then I started to peep shit
Imma stay on my grind nd spazz out everytime cause I remember they said I wouldn't be shit
And I roll me the runtz with the grabbs in the blunt and I don't gotta tell you it's beating
I spun with a tint they ain't making me flinch
I got Ty in the spot that's my demon
Imma hit em six when I back out the blick
And I'm lettin It flock for no reason
Imma fuck her all night and she sumn like my wife das my bae yea she gettin the semen
Deep in my thoughts gettin deaddy
He tried end me but aim wasn't steady
This 9 on my hips turn ya brain to spaghetti
Catch him right there das a hit at the deli
Issa headtap we won't aim for the belly
Kick me a TD or Kick me a Chevy
Caught him in traffic that boy wasn't ready
Was vibin all night broke her back in the telly
For I go on this hit imma send em my Zelle
Then let out my pain nd start purgin like Freddy
Got a hallow to pop you confetti
I'm feeling like Flock when I up in gissupies
We look up to membas and steppaz with semis
I'm sick in the booth try to rest they wouldn't let me
It's sticks in the spot and the drugs yea it's plenty
We Let out our anger then cyph in da renty

From the gutta so I'm ridin round with my chrome
And they try to cross me even though that's dead wrong
In my head so I won't answer my phone
Imma keep goin get another check drawn
Go through pain everyday so we smoke strong
Fuck a kill fuck a drill this a pain song
Steady hopin that the pain it don't last long
Flash the metal like a bezzle then pass off
And we strapped with some gats and some mask on
Leave em bloody and real gushy like some tampons
And I can't wait the day til this pain gone
Came on hots nigga betta watch his tone
Got It on me case they try to take my throne
Ran some plays after work for I went home
Steady talkin on my name but they unknown
Nun but killaz and dem drillaz in my zone
They got blicks with the sticks like a trombone
Only me at end I'm gone die Lone
Neva rat that's the shit I don't condone
We gone push em with the wind like a cyclone
Stick a semi and send plenty to the Afro
I'm sorrounded by vultures and black crows
In the trenches all the steppaz had to get low
No depression with this weapon imma flame though
Need the VVS shinin on me like white snow
Send 3 shots put him in like a trifold
And 57 that's the block so that's my road
You a stain das ashame I got my pole
Let It flame in his veins like it's nitro
Send a dozen have em duckin like it's limbo
Steady knowin dat the reaper got my soul
Gonna fuck ha cause I love ha she gone deepstroke
Send him unda with a hallow cause that heatcold
Steady thuggin I ain't budgin I'm in beast mode
Steaady thinking she some hot shit she a weak hoe
Send him under to the gutta like a freethrow
Got a semi in this 40 and it's lethal
And I'm ballin on these niggas got the cheat code
Get to blitzin have em missin like he Nemo
Got a facial to the head it's gone beat tho
And these niggas out here dyin over ego

Spin with a cutta if I slice you won't get back
Come from gutta yea we bussin and we all strapped
If you lack in that dungeon late night that's a headtap
Say you love him when they done him Nigga you better get back
That's my lady that's my baby she gone ride til I get clapped
It's a bag on the line guarantee I'm gone flip that
Send a hallow it's gone follow when I let off that big GAT
Claim they thuggin ain't on nothin and they sweeter than a tic tac
If you get up with them steppaz or them members you gone get wacked
No second guessing know I'm steppin and I'm totin on my compact
Know we clutchin or we buckin when we step into the combat
When you run into them vultures they gone sculpt ya better fall back
We gone bend 3 Deep onna highway like a racetrack in uuuuu
And I'm bussin I ain't fronting cuttin up so I might crash
Was at work put them ounces in them pouches cause I'm like that
Ain't lookin tags when I'm walk-in up in sax
And my steppaz they was capin they just wanted that big bag
Straight to walking we ain't talking I ain't trynna hear the chit chat
If he lackin get to packin walk up on em I won miss dat
Imma fuck her real good and control her like it's witchcraft
Imma hit em with that iron he gone crunch like a Kit Kat
They talk about runnin It up I done did dat
Imma step on they necks get these lil niggas big mad
And they reach for my ice then I'm gettin my shit back