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