Still Miss My Niggas feat. Rylo Rodriguez

歌詞

Pandemic almost over Whatchau say Bring that shit back out Will used to be a killer But you done changed Wrote a statement on your nigga This shit be crazy He ain't goin for a thing I used to praise him (I used to look up to that nigga) I still miss my niggas V-Live favorite I'll trip in this bitch I ain't goin in unless the pole come too Bust down richard I bought my hoe one too You ain't gotta ask nigga Know I'm shootin on reese On rob on neff on scooter I ain't lettin shit slide Mr. I'll still walk shit down Fanta is looking dirty Thirty-six for a pound Not cookie All the drug dealers wanna book me Patek gets you killed I ain't payin for no pussy And I'm kinda schooled don't shit Beat the triple Ask about me youngin doggy Always on a mission Always first to shoot with that 30. Act different If he ain't dead Guarantee that nigga crippled My bad you still on the phone Yeah with Drekk fine ass Last time tryna love Shit I hope it work Still holdin for my youngin Really fighting murders First time on a hit I was kinda nervous You ain't into suckin dick You don't need my number All about the money All about the bag Tracks kinda cool But I still fuck with cats Spin a block on em Throw them bitches in his neck Can't forget about me Bitches know I'm still the catch Million dollars in cash You will get stretched I still miss my niggas V-Live favorite I'll trip in this bitch I ain't goin in unless the pole comes too Bust down richard I bought my hoe one too You ain't gotta ask nigga Know I'm shootin on reese On rob on neff on scooter I ain't lettin shit slide Mr. I'll still walk shit down Fanta is looking dirty Thirty-six for a pound Not cookie You know I fuck with James Harden But I'll never leave the rocket Before I let her waste my time I put on all my watches Thousand dollarjeans My mama told me son that's outta pocket Literally holdin 30 pairs of amiri jeans Remember doin shows for a rack I drove four hours for that My folks shared a hotel with the gang I brought like four hundred back Riding around with pistols in our lap We ain't running no track Ya'll niggas cap Ion got no boss But I took off my hat I was 20 years old when I stole my mama card We was at TjMax Now its foreigners in the driveway Which one ima drive today Tell herI got manners Which one of your niggas wanna die today Dumpin back out the window Have them dancin like sada baby Little brother watch for a body Unless he bang case you askin Swear the racks on the q-link Not African-American Put up chain blood And we wave faster Feelin like a x-slave master I still miss my niggas V-Live favorite I'll trip in this bitch I ain't goin in unless the pole comes too Bust down richard I bought my hoe one too You ain't gotta ask nigga Know I'm shootin on reese On rob on neff on scooter I ain't lettin shit slide Mr. I'll still walk shit down Fanta is looking dirty Thirty-six for a pound Not cookie All the drug dealers wanna book me Still movin talkin bout no cookies All the drug dealers wanna book me All the drug dealers wanna book me