New Mission

Lyrics

[Intro] Shit Yeah Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on Huh, huh, yeah Alright Yeah Alright Look Look, ayy [Verse] It's an eight in my pop 'cause I love to drink Cheat on my bitch and then I text her phone, "I love you still" Please hand me a glass pint out the cupboardry I'm worth a half a million dollars, no touching mee .40 cal' bite a nigga face like a wild beast Fuck a Hellcat, we finna go slide out a Crown Vic' Supercharger on that 6.0, you hear a loud hiss Baby, I can't make love to you, I pound shit Water on my neck, water on my wrist Shit, water on my mama, water on my bitch Ironically, I got it off of talkin' shit My cousin can't read for shit, but he can off a brick Bitch, it's go time, press the gas, ain't no lookin' back Bitch, it's showtime, V12, ain't no catchin' that Threw a bullеt in his tire, nigga thought he caught a flat If I hang up on you, bitch, you know it ain't no callin' back On the highway, mе and shrooms finna take a trip Them niggas ain't touch what I spent, I know they sick Ran the money up all in they face, now they pissed Try me, it's gon' be a free body, I'm legit You can feel it in your soul when that fifty bustin' If I give you good dick, you gotta tip me somethin' I done looked out for a lot of niggas that ain't give me nothin' Ghetto assassin, slide down a nigga chimney bustin' Score an eight of Morton Grove, no, it's not for sale I know the really Baby GOAT, you is not LaTrell Boy, I see it in your eyes, you was 'bout to tell I'ma keep steppin' on they necks 'til bro get out of jail Even then, you know the motto, all gas, no breaks The work gettin' shipped here, all slaps, no shake You want the best weed, take your ass to the Bay Could've got it all, but only brought a half for the day Came out the house on me all blues, it's a pinky now Dude was tryna flex in the bar and I sent him shots Automatic's kind of hard to handle, but the semi's not White bitches off of Adderall screamin', "Give me cock" Bunch of rude bitches You can go to Benihana, I'ma Ruth's Chris it I'll beat a nigga ass until his shoes missing You gotta want to fuck me, I can't choose bitches I'm on a new mission Late for work, damn, that bag came 'bout an hour early I knew she was gon' give that pussy up, I took a shower early I took the boy on a trip, who invited girly? Buckshots left a lot of holes in him like he rocked a jersey Bitch hit my line like, "What it's hittin' for?" I ain't tryna fall in love, I just hit and go Fancy, big as hell, she got a pretty coat Hold on, wait, I was talkin' 'bout my dog if you didn't know I just drunk a three raw, now my vision blurred Tryna donut the Hellcat, I done hit the curb I can make a million out your house if the kitchen work Call the plug, tell them, "Batter up," he need pitching work