CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Missiles
(D-Diego)
(B-B-Bankroll got it)
Dig?
Slurp it up, b*t*h, make a mess (Yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (Skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (Pressure)
Ran that sh*t up off the muscle (Dig)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (Dig)
n***as talk sh*t, it ain't nothin' (For real)
Three-hundred, all cash, how I'm comin' (Uh-huh)
I'm a real rockstar, came from the trenches
Now I got b*t*hes on b*t*hes on b*t*hes (Yeah, yeah)
Throw him the cutter, my young n***a hit you
He just gon' get your ass for a lil' fifty (Yeah)
Ballin' out just like I'm Madden
Excuse my bad language, I think I'm thе sh*t (Yeah, for real)
Take a PJ out to Cali' to grab somе Biscotti, it's smellin' like p*ss
Doubled up (Dope), I'm pourin' my stress in this double cup
Remember, I ran my first hundred up (Hundred up)
My Draco got titties, a honeybun (Honeybun)
Shoot in the crowd, you ain't takin' my chain
Your ass finna crash out, you swerve in my lane (No kizzy)
Only do guap-anese, speakin' that language (Cash)
My young n***as Brims, they twistin' they fingers
I swerve in the double R, keep me a banger (Yeah)
Couple snow bunnies, they stay in Topanga
Brushin' my WAP with some toothpaste (Toothpaste)
VVS on my gums, ain't no tooth fake (Tooth fake)
R.I.P. Nip', need a blue Wraith (R.I.P.)
These diamonds HD like a Blu-Ray (HD)
She eat out the kid like a buffet (Yeah)
I been raw as f**k, you just too late, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Slurp it up, b*t*h, make a mess (Hell, yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (Hell, yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell, yeah, for real)
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (Hell, yeah, dig)
Ran that sh*t up off the muscle (I ran that sh*t up)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (Walk with the f**kin' Glock)
n***as talk sh*t, it ain't nothin' (Yeah)
Three-hundred (Yeah), all cash, how I'm comin' (Yeah, hell, yeah)
Your b*t*h blew me like a whistle (Phew)
I keep me two pistols, I feel just like Texas Ranger (Bah)
Know that I keep me some missiles
Won't be hard to hit you, lil' b*t*h, I ain't gotta aim (Yeah, okay)
Know that I drip in Versace, Armani my body (Yeah)
Lil' b*t*h, it ain't got a stain (Yeah, woo)
I count hundreds and fifties, I take a lil' tootsie to Johnny and buy me a new chain
Everyday is a movie, I keep me some clips, lil' n***a, I shoot 'em like Blu-Ray (Yeah)
My lil' baby flyin' like she up in the skies, she up like a blue jay (Yeah, yeah)
Just bought an AP and deep dished that b*t*h with a red face (Yeah, yeah)
Heard n***as in the streets talkin', I ain't worried 'bout what the dead say
Slurp it up, b*t*h, make a mess (Hell, yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (Hell, yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell, yeah, for real)
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (Hell, yeah, dig)
Ran that sh*t up off the muscle (I ran that sh*t up)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (Walk with the f**kin' Glock)
n***as talk sh*t, it ain't nothin' (Hell, yeah, yeah)
Three-hundred, all cash, how I'm comin' (Hell, yeah)
Slurp it up, b*t*h, make a mess (Hell, yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (Hell, yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell, yeah, for real)
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (Hell, yeah, dig)
Ran that sh*t up off the muscle (I ran that sh*t up)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (Walk with the f**kin' Glock)
n***as talk sh*t, it ain't nothin' (Hell, yeah, yeah)
Three-hundred, all cash, how I'm comin' (Hell, yeah)
(B-B-Bankroll got it)
Dig?
Slurp it up, b*t*h, make a mess (Yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (Skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (Pressure)
Ran that sh*t up off the muscle (Dig)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (Dig)
n***as talk sh*t, it ain't nothin' (For real)
Three-hundred, all cash, how I'm comin' (Uh-huh)
I'm a real rockstar, came from the trenches
Now I got b*t*hes on b*t*hes on b*t*hes (Yeah, yeah)
Throw him the cutter, my young n***a hit you
He just gon' get your ass for a lil' fifty (Yeah)
Ballin' out just like I'm Madden
Excuse my bad language, I think I'm thе sh*t (Yeah, for real)
Take a PJ out to Cali' to grab somе Biscotti, it's smellin' like p*ss
Doubled up (Dope), I'm pourin' my stress in this double cup
Remember, I ran my first hundred up (Hundred up)
My Draco got titties, a honeybun (Honeybun)
Shoot in the crowd, you ain't takin' my chain
Your ass finna crash out, you swerve in my lane (No kizzy)
Only do guap-anese, speakin' that language (Cash)
My young n***as Brims, they twistin' they fingers
I swerve in the double R, keep me a banger (Yeah)
Couple snow bunnies, they stay in Topanga
Brushin' my WAP with some toothpaste (Toothpaste)
VVS on my gums, ain't no tooth fake (Tooth fake)
R.I.P. Nip', need a blue Wraith (R.I.P.)
These diamonds HD like a Blu-Ray (HD)
She eat out the kid like a buffet (Yeah)
I been raw as f**k, you just too late, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Slurp it up, b*t*h, make a mess (Hell, yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (Hell, yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell, yeah, for real)
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (Hell, yeah, dig)
Ran that sh*t up off the muscle (I ran that sh*t up)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (Walk with the f**kin' Glock)
n***as talk sh*t, it ain't nothin' (Yeah)
Three-hundred (Yeah), all cash, how I'm comin' (Yeah, hell, yeah)
Your b*t*h blew me like a whistle (Phew)
I keep me two pistols, I feel just like Texas Ranger (Bah)
Know that I keep me some missiles
Won't be hard to hit you, lil' b*t*h, I ain't gotta aim (Yeah, okay)
Know that I drip in Versace, Armani my body (Yeah)
Lil' b*t*h, it ain't got a stain (Yeah, woo)
I count hundreds and fifties, I take a lil' tootsie to Johnny and buy me a new chain
Everyday is a movie, I keep me some clips, lil' n***a, I shoot 'em like Blu-Ray (Yeah)
My lil' baby flyin' like she up in the skies, she up like a blue jay (Yeah, yeah)
Just bought an AP and deep dished that b*t*h with a red face (Yeah, yeah)
Heard n***as in the streets talkin', I ain't worried 'bout what the dead say
Slurp it up, b*t*h, make a mess (Hell, yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (Hell, yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell, yeah, for real)
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (Hell, yeah, dig)
Ran that sh*t up off the muscle (I ran that sh*t up)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (Walk with the f**kin' Glock)
n***as talk sh*t, it ain't nothin' (Hell, yeah, yeah)
Three-hundred, all cash, how I'm comin' (Hell, yeah)
Slurp it up, b*t*h, make a mess (Hell, yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (Hell, yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell, yeah, for real)
I'm smokin' that Za' to the chest (Hell, yeah, dig)
Ran that sh*t up off the muscle (I ran that sh*t up)
Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle (Walk with the f**kin' Glock)
n***as talk sh*t, it ain't nothin' (Hell, yeah, yeah)
Three-hundred, all cash, how I'm comin' (Hell, yeah)
