Don't Miss - Rylo Rodriguez, Jackboy

G way, I like to flex with hoes

If we run out of gas, go electric mode

The head wasn’t shit, had me pissed cammode

No trouble with hits, they remixed the bowl

Tryna nut on her face, I won’t miss your nose

She was gon' French, but I choked her, I ain’t kissin' a ho

Whole team balling, we just gon' pick and roll

And we carrying the guns and I missed the show

Fuck these couches and tables, we stand on 'em

Your brother look bad, put your mans on

A wide body, she got a tan on

Fucked a booster, I slept with my pants on

What the hell I look like doing a diss song?

I’m tryna make a don’t miss song

(Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)

I’m tryna make a don’t miss song

Said trapping is dead, bring bags to the funeral

I don’t even got a bed don’t care 'bout no rumors (room)

You don’t hit nothin', no sweat, as long as you’re shooting

I just want the bread, you can keep the communion

I’m with bae in the 'Vette, my old ho got a shit face

My hood on my trunk, they decided to switch places

I watched some niggas go to jail and they turning snakes

Hood hot laws out, you tell me which way

I got some homies in jail

We sharpen our knives, that turn to a blick, yeah

I’m going up elevators, jumped off and went to the stairs, I thought about Mitch

A lot of these niggas, they hoes and bitches, so we on they wig like spritz

Cranberry fruit cup, hot Cheetos, granny used to beat my ass with a switch

Your nigga a rat and I don’t need to talk about it

That boy got caught and agreed to talk about it

Pistol, no, I cannot leave the house without it

MoMa, my shirt and my jeans was Off-Whited

I got some Wock in my pores

If you need it to be cleaned, do your chores

I watched niggas go marry the game

They threw they controllers when they got divorced

Bought a Cartier ring, I can’t get divorced

Fell in love with Dior, would’ve thought I’m endorsed

All that dirty money, I’m not tryna do chores

Shop when I land, show the mall no remorse

Fly guy with bands, I could fuck any whore

Get sloppy top then don’t want her no more

Fuck all the opps, let’s go take 'em to war

Running with sticks, that bitch came with a sword

The game feeling strange, lames in it for fame

They’re goin' insane for a lil' piece of change

I got that bitch brain but didn’t get her name

I kicked that bitch out, you made her your main

I figured it out, we just not the same

Used to be broke, look what I became

I could buy a car with each of my chains

Icy lil' nigga, gotta keep my flame

Bustdown Thotiana, no, I do not do plain

Picture perfect, I ain’t even need a frame

When I was broke, I was the only nigga I could blame

Now I’m balling hard throwings bows in the paint

All these blue hundred make a broke ho faint

Pull up back-to-back coupe, me and gang switching lanes

Put the law on a chase, so much guns to explain

Get an opp out the way, all my shooters got aim

G way, I like to flex with hoes

If we run out of gas, go electric mode

The head wasn’t shit had me pissed cammode

No trouble with hits, they remixed the bowl

Tryna nut on her face, I won’t miss your nose

She was gon' French, but I choked her, I ain’t kissin' a ho

Whole team balling, we just gon' pick and roll

And we carrying the guns and I missed the show

Fuck these couches and tables, we stand on 'em

Your brother look bad, put your mans on

A wide body, she got a tan on

Fucked a booster, I slept with my pants on

What the hell I look like doing a diss song?

I’m tryna make a don’t miss song

(Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)

I’m tryna make a don’t miss song