Miss This

Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] (808 Kartel, nigga) Bitch (Ayy, Khalid, slap that bitch) (DJ Flipp, make the money flip) [Chorus: Duffy] Back-back, bitch, I came with a hundiddy Game over, who he hoopin' with? Who want smoke with me? You ain't in the field, go on and hang that jersey up, nigga Cold demon, bitch, I always got that shit on me, ugh Too much fly shit, which 'fit? Just pulled a skit, gotta switch sticks Too exclusive, all the broke bitches dismissed The Stincs here, you know she ain't gon' wanna miss this [Verse 1: Duffy] Get into the blue strips, no, we don't do no small talkin' I don't usually drink Tris, tonight it got me mud walkin' Lights out, fatties out, [?] got my chain shinin' He tryna box with me, chop suey, flatline him (Shit) I don't know nothin' 'bout no killers, nigga, stop askin' I would diss them broke niggas but they don't matter Givin' niggas passеs, bro, I really can't imagine Hit the cupid shufflе for me, shells left a nigga dancin' Swervin' and smashin', Off the Mussle with the action Pippy Longstocking with me, I don't leave without her Thirty-two shots, I made him vanish, it was magic Neck frostbite, why she keep on starin' at it? [Chorus: Duffy] Back-back, bitch, I came with a hundiddy Game over, who he hoopin' with? Who want smoke with me? You ain't in the field, go on and hang that jersey up, nigga Cold demon, bitch, I always got that shit on me, ugh Too much fly shit, which 'fit? Just pulled a skit, gotta switch sticks Too exclusive, all the broke bitches dismissed The Stincs here, you know she ain't gon' wanna miss this [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Niggas hittin' kickflips, backflips, somersaults All these niggas cornballs, please don't try to tell me nothin' Drums hangin' cleavage out, double D's, Mardi Gras Stick meters here, show respect, we the top dogs I don't know what's more blindin', VVSs or these K sparks Psycho Michael for this dough, he got Bart choked Backseat bandit, she's a roller and a throat G.O.A.T It's guns in the air, all laughs, what's the show boat? Ugh [?] ninas, gave 'em bubble guts, what you diagnosed with? My platform bigger than most, ain't no free promotion Or you don't call for backup or that's all she wrote That's your big homie, what happened? 'Cause he probably know, ugh [Chorus: Duffy & SaySoTheMac] Back-back, bitch, I came with a hundiddy Game over, who he hoopin' with? Who want smoke with me? You ain't in the field, go on and hang that jersey up, nigga Cold demon, bitch, I always got that shit on me, ugh Too much fly shit, which 'fit? Just pulled a skit, gotta switch sticks Too exclusive, all the broke bitches dismissed (Ayy) The Stincs here, you know she ain't gon' wanna miss this [Verse 3: SaySoTheMac] Keep your eyes peeled, bitch, you don't wanna miss this If she ain't payin' a pimp, she can't kiss dick Francesco fuck for free, bitch, go and get tricks I keep a ho on a blade, fuckin' up lipstick It sound like cash dyin' when a nigga stip lick Mighty Ducks when I'm slidin' with a big stick Just like Madden '06 when we got hit sticks It's like a Beyblade, nigga, how we rip shit My niggas carpenters, my niggas like to flip bricks I'm not a porn star, I ain't into flippin' bitches Two niggas on one ho, man, that shit suspicious Fig breakin' off bitches, slidin' in the trenches [Chorus: Duffy] Back-back, bitch, I came with a hundiddy Game over, who he hoopin' with? Who want smoke with me? You ain't in the field, go on and hang that jersey up, nigga Cold demon, bitch, I always got that shit on me, ugh Too much fly shit, which 'fit? Just pulled a skit, gotta switch sticks Too exclusive, all the broke bitches dismissed The Stincs here, you know she ain't gon' wanna miss this [Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug] Stinc Team in the buildin', bitch, you wouldn't wanna miss this I brought Pippy with me, so shaneyney throwin' bitch fits Exotic cream soda, you wouldn't wanna mix Tris Playin' with the Skateboard P, you'll get kickflipped Emo vibes in this bitch with a slit wrist Five-SeveN bullets and .223s split ligaments All of my diamonds in my piece legitimate I'm the G.O.A.T but I be hangin' in the barn with stick up kids My life a movie, you wouldn't believe the shit I did I was in the jail for three years and ain't shit I missed She like, "Why you actin' like that?" 'Cause, bitch, I'm it When I'm playin' with laser beams, nigga, tag, you're it The Plug [Chorus: Duffy] Back-back, bitch, I came with a hundiddy Game over, who he hoopin' with? Who want smoke with me? You ain't in the field, go on and hang that jersey up, nigga Cold demon, bitch, I always got that shit on me, ugh Too much fly shit, which 'fit? Just pulled a skit, gotta switch sticks Too exclusive, all the broke bitches dismissed The Stincs here, you know she ain't gon' wanna miss this