Still Miss My N****s (feat. Rylo Rodriguez)

Pandemic almost over, whatchu say?

Will used to be a killer but you done changed

Wrote a statement on your ****, this shit be crazy

He ain't goin' for a thing, I used to praise him

I still miss my ****

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, ****, 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 lookin' dirty, thirty-six for a pound

Not cookie

All the drug dealers wanna book me

Hate'll get you killed, I ain't payin' for no pussy

And I'm kinda schooled, don't shit and beat the triple

Ask about me youngin', Doggy always on a mission

Always first to shoot with that .30, I act different

If he ain't dead, guarantee that **** 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 fightin' 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 ****

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, ****, 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 lookin' 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 dollar jeans, my mama told me, "Son, that's outta pocket"

Literally holdin' thirty pairs of Amiri jeans

Remember doin' shows for a rack, I drove four hours for that

Buy food, share a hotel with the gang, I brought like four hundred back

Ridin' around with pistols in our laps, we ain't runnin' no track

'Lotta **** cap, I don't got no boss but I took off my hat

I was twenty years old when I stole my mama card, we was at TJMaxx

Now it's foreigners in the driveway

Which one I'm gon' drive today

Tell the opps, "I got manners

Which one of your **** wanna die today?"

Dumpin' back, hangin' out the window

Have them dancin' like Sada Baby

Little brother watch for a body unless he bang, in case you askin'

Spend these racks on Cuban links not African-American

Put it in trick mode, it went way faster

Feelin' like a x-slave master

Still miss my ****

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, ****, 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 lookin' 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