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Mission Complete
by Captain Ruger & Lil BEENTRILL
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Wait, where my Cartiers, 23 i'ma ball this is my year
UPS when I ship I love that carrier I was born to gas the beat like Pierre
On that bape shit, hoodie zipper to the top
You ain't see us slip and sliding when we slip through with that chop
Life's a movie, like action but these autos ain't no prop
If you hanging with the opps then y'all both getting dropped
Like Pop Tss
On my, Ps and Qs, I just copped a fast whip, 160 in this Q
Hellcat straight from hell, yeah, I'm gon need that too
Red guts in that bitch, wide body, I'm like ooh
Aw shit I just popped me a Bean
Balling out, got the ball Capt got me with that screen
At the trap hit that lick five minutes out that scene
Green beam that shit beaming yeah i got it by my jeans
GTA mission, complete we breaking bread
Blue money, blue tips, bet he bleeding red
Broke niggas talkin' OD, I don't care what he said
I'm cooling with my dawgs, sipping muddy yea that med
Yeah, bet time is money, I don't got time to sit
On the road, counting chicken, yea I gotta get to it
I love money, it love me, I do my best for it
I ain't never tried for nothin' but that dough I got that grit
Uh Uh wait, where my Cartiers, 23 i'ma ball this is my year
UPS when I ship I love that carrier I was born to gas the beat like Pierre
Ay, nigga, I was born to gas
Hustle in my blood, nigga, I was born to trap
We gon' up big sticks, turn they party to a track
That choppa get to twerking, you should hear the way it clap
Bitch, get banged on, stupid nigga, tried to slide and never came home
We getting big racks, what you niggas ain't on
I'm in you niggas hood with my fuckin' chains on (Matter of fact)
Putting shit up on the gram, why you doin' that
You niggas ain't touching no bricks, ain't knowing what to do with that
Ay, nigga, take your bitch back, boy, I'm through with that
Tryna catch a sucker lacking tryna do him bad
I pop molly, pop perc, sip lean, pop X, pop tags, (I could) pop 'em
He a rat nigga, Please don't bring his ass around me
Freddy with that Ruger, it's a nightmare on Elm Street
I been on the block with my niggas sipping juice
You know we got your brother whacked, don't act like you ain't knew, nigga
We in that Hellcat, big body ain't no coupe
We giving face shots, can't even put that nigga on the news
Ay, y'all ain't never seen no dub
You niggas cap, I could call y'all niggas bluff
Ay, nigga, I just poed a four, now I'm stuck
Mission complete if I call my nigga up
Wait, where my Cartiers, 23 i'ma ball this is my year
UPS when I ship I love that carrier I was born to gas the beat like Pierre
On that bape shit, hoodie zipper to the top
You ain't see us slip and sliding when we slip through with that chop
Life's a movie, like action but these autos ain't no prop
If you hanging with the opps then y'all both getting dropped
Like Pop Tss
On my, Ps and Qs, I just copped a fast whip, 160 in this Q
Hellcat straight from hell, yeah, I'm gon need that too
Red guts in that bitch, wide body, I'm like ooh
Aw shit I just popped me a Bean
Balling out, got the ball Capt got me with that screen
At the trap hit that lick five minutes out that scene
Green beam that shit beaming yeah i got it by my jeans
GTA mission, complete we breaking bread
Blue money, blue tips, bet he bleeding red
Broke niggas talkin' OD, I don't care what he said
I'm cooling with my dawgs, sipping muddy yea that med
Yeah, bet time is money, I don't got time to sit
On the road, counting chicken, yea I gotta get to it
I love money, it love me, I do my best for it
I ain't never tried for nothin' but that dough I got that grit
Uh Uh wait, where my Cartiers, 23 i'ma ball this is my year
UPS when I ship I love that carrier I was born to gas the beat like Pierre
Ay, nigga, I was born to gas
Hustle in my blood, nigga, I was born to trap
We gon' up big sticks, turn they party to a track
That choppa get to twerking, you should hear the way it clap
Bitch, get banged on, stupid nigga, tried to slide and never came home
We getting big racks, what you niggas ain't on
I'm in you niggas hood with my fuckin' chains on (Matter of fact)
Putting shit up on the gram, why you doin' that
You niggas ain't touching no bricks, ain't knowing what to do with that
Ay, nigga, take your bitch back, boy, I'm through with that
Tryna catch a sucker lacking tryna do him bad
I pop molly, pop perc, sip lean, pop X, pop tags, (I could) pop 'em
He a rat nigga, Please don't bring his ass around me
Freddy with that Ruger, it's a nightmare on Elm Street
I been on the block with my niggas sipping juice
You know we got your brother whacked, don't act like you ain't knew, nigga
We in that Hellcat, big body ain't no coupe
We giving face shots, can't even put that nigga on the news
Ay, y'all ain't never seen no dub
You niggas cap, I could call y'all niggas bluff
Ay, nigga, I just poed a four, now I'm stuck
Mission complete if I call my nigga up
