Mission Impossible

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lefty Gunplay] She clame six bodies, but [?] six to hit Bitch [?] [?] my hood [?] Should I hit it in the Beemer or the fucking Benz? Jumped him in the hood, now that's my friend [?] Have you ever seen a Mexican up in the Benz? Hundred K bust down, A.P. on my wrist It's the famous gangbanger, bitch, I been this shit [?] rich shit I feel like Philthy Rich, I bought another whip And fuck my baby mama, I got another bitch [Chorus: Lefty Gunplay] I'm that boy Lefty, [?] mission impossible [?] loaded my cemmy auto Bitch, I'm loading my cemmy auto I'm notorious with them hollos I'm that boy Lefty, [?] mission impossible [?] loaded my cemmy auto Bitch, I'm loading my cemmy auto I'm notorious with them hollos [Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug] I'm outside, 'cause I'm a famous joint I'ma keep shitting on niggas til they get the point I smell baken, nigga must have been with thе oinkers My next chain, fuck around and have Fеndy pointers Getting juice from oldheads, like Rick and Mordy How you niggas out here still broke and you pushing 40? In ten years, you gon' see me on Forbs' List Hopping out of foreigns, chains looking enormous Either you with me or against me, no corgial shit You ain't met a nigga like me, I'm not normal, bitch Long live the Ruler, nigga, left a whole orphanage Stinc Team, [?] niggas on corpret shit The Plug [Verse 3 ?] How you in the rap game, and still broke? Sliding with the gang, bitch, we tryna up the scope Chasing after gwop, ho, I'm tryna get some more If they throw me in that room, I'ma tell them I don't know On the gang, talking all that spice, he getting flamed Go and ask your bitch, ain't no smut up on my name Doing all that cliquing up, we is not the same Leave his homie on the news, since he [?] for some fame [Verse 4 ?] We is not in jail, so why the fuck we finna lock it up? We gon' [?] I don't think that we dropped enough Snatch a nigga's chain, I don't care, tell him caufgh it up You must be smoking spice, if you think you gon' box with us Shop with us, bitch, I'm just like Ralfy, I'm the plug They think it's off of rap, but it's really off of drugs Put bullets in his face, if he out here tryna mug This a 12 gage shotty, that's an awful lot of slugs [Verse 5 ?] We gon' get it out the dirt, if it's money on the floor Ain't sparing nothing, just cap his ass and up the score Run it up, I need some more Got off and dropped some more I be at your bitch house getting neck when I get bored They know who really up, I told the suckas check the board I knew that he was done, once I seen him hit the floor These suckas really fans, how they pop it off the court? Shake his whole block up, and get it popping like a cork