King Von, DQFrmDaO, YoungginFrmDaJetz - Don’t Miss lyrics
[King Von, DQFrmDaO, YoungginFrmDaJetz - Don’t Miss lyrics]
(Know to let that MAC fly
Just like my nigga Doe)
Gotta watch what these people do (Watch)
Huh? And then I, huh?
I pull up and skrrt, skrrt
I'm shooting at 'em (Boom, boom)
You run and you (Run, run)
You fall and you (Boom, boom)
I'm calling 'em (Uh, uh)
We sliding (Slide, slide, slide) von
Youngin dQ
In the streets we play for keeps
(We play for keeps)
This chess not checkers, lil' nigga
Don't play with me (Nah, nah)
Around here you gotta pay a fee
(Gotta pay a fee)
Soon somebody die around here
They be blaming me (Who? Who?)
See, you won't get the chance to breathe
(Huh?)
I hurt you, make you stay inside a curfew
(Uh, huh) i keep two straps like I'm Urkel
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Play with Grandson and they gon' hurt you
(Boom, boom, boom)
Shoot at the chest (Boom)
Don't miss, we want 'em stretched (Uh, huh)
He gone, nigga, who next?
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC
(Grrah, grrah)
Think I'ma show my respect (Uh, huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gats
(What? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back
(Boom, boom)
If we say it's war then it's that
(Then it's that)
Man, I don't know why these
Niggas been hatin' for (For)
It ain't gon' stop my dough (Nah)
It ain't gon' gon' stop my flow
(It ain't)
Nigga, I still fuck your ho (Your ho)
I'm Youngin from the O (The O)
And no way I can't go (I can't)
I keep my pockets swole (I do)
And I never been ho (Nah)
Bring shooters that shoot shit (Boom, boom)
DQ, bitch, I really do this (Uh, huh)
Creep up on your block, get your crew hit
(Bah)
Bitch, stop callin' my phone, I'm like
"Who this?"
On the block servin' eight bottles
With the pool stick (Duh)
Knock off his top, he said that I'm ruthless
(Boom)
All the opps be mad, they losin' (Die Y)
We shoot shit, bitch, we do this (Boom, boom)
Left my old ho when I got me a new bitch
(Uh, huh) thirty thousand for the dentist
Get my tooth fixed (Bling, bloaw)
Niggas got plan
They ain't even wanna do this (Uh, huh)
But I do this, I pull up and shoot shit
(Uh, huh) we hit up your car
(yeah) , tires flat (Grrah)
Your ass ain't gettin' far (Grrah, grrah)
Flexin', you get robbed (Blah)
Make your wish
You ever seen a shootin' star?
(Boom boom, boom boom)
But nah, you haven't (Nah)
You ain't ever met your daddy (You haven't)
You ain't even got no credit
Lil' Boosie and Webbie
King Von he a savage (He a savage)
Damn, where my manners? (Where?)
New crib came with cameras (Uh, huh)
Duck got nailed, no hammers (Uh, huh)
Fuck my opps, nigga, excuse my grammar
(Boom boom, boom boom boom)
Bathing Ape hoodie and the clip bananas
Duck your antennas (Duck your shit)
Got gifts like Santa (Uh, huh)
Fuck, I shoot like Tony Montana
(Grrah, grrah) no, they can't stand us
Real niggas stand up (Stand up)
I got my bands up
(Bands up) , still make you
Put your hands up (Grrah, grrah)
All this shit they ain't sayin' nothin'
(What?) don't
Don't miss, we want 'em stretched (Uh, huh)
He gone, nigga, who next?
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC
(Grrah, grrah)
Think I'ma show my respect (Uh, huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gats
(What? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back
(Boom, boom)
If we say it's war then it's that
(Then it's that)
Just like my nigga Doe)
Gotta watch what these people do (Watch)
Huh? And then I, huh?
I pull up and skrrt, skrrt
I'm shooting at 'em (Boom, boom)
You run and you (Run, run)
You fall and you (Boom, boom)
I'm calling 'em (Uh, uh)
We sliding (Slide, slide, slide) von
Youngin dQ
In the streets we play for keeps
(We play for keeps)
This chess not checkers, lil' nigga
Don't play with me (Nah, nah)
Around here you gotta pay a fee
(Gotta pay a fee)
Soon somebody die around here
They be blaming me (Who? Who?)
See, you won't get the chance to breathe
(Huh?)
I hurt you, make you stay inside a curfew
(Uh, huh) i keep two straps like I'm Urkel
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Play with Grandson and they gon' hurt you
(Boom, boom, boom)
Shoot at the chest (Boom)
Don't miss, we want 'em stretched (Uh, huh)
He gone, nigga, who next?
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC
(Grrah, grrah)
Think I'ma show my respect (Uh, huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gats
(What? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back
(Boom, boom)
If we say it's war then it's that
(Then it's that)
Man, I don't know why these
Niggas been hatin' for (For)
It ain't gon' stop my dough (Nah)
It ain't gon' gon' stop my flow
(It ain't)
Nigga, I still fuck your ho (Your ho)
I'm Youngin from the O (The O)
And no way I can't go (I can't)
I keep my pockets swole (I do)
And I never been ho (Nah)
Bring shooters that shoot shit (Boom, boom)
DQ, bitch, I really do this (Uh, huh)
Creep up on your block, get your crew hit
(Bah)
Bitch, stop callin' my phone, I'm like
"Who this?"
On the block servin' eight bottles
With the pool stick (Duh)
Knock off his top, he said that I'm ruthless
(Boom)
All the opps be mad, they losin' (Die Y)
We shoot shit, bitch, we do this (Boom, boom)
Left my old ho when I got me a new bitch
(Uh, huh) thirty thousand for the dentist
Get my tooth fixed (Bling, bloaw)
Niggas got plan
They ain't even wanna do this (Uh, huh)
But I do this, I pull up and shoot shit
(Uh, huh) we hit up your car
(yeah) , tires flat (Grrah)
Your ass ain't gettin' far (Grrah, grrah)
Flexin', you get robbed (Blah)
Make your wish
You ever seen a shootin' star?
(Boom boom, boom boom)
But nah, you haven't (Nah)
You ain't ever met your daddy (You haven't)
You ain't even got no credit
Lil' Boosie and Webbie
King Von he a savage (He a savage)
Damn, where my manners? (Where?)
New crib came with cameras (Uh, huh)
Duck got nailed, no hammers (Uh, huh)
Fuck my opps, nigga, excuse my grammar
(Boom boom, boom boom boom)
Bathing Ape hoodie and the clip bananas
Duck your antennas (Duck your shit)
Got gifts like Santa (Uh, huh)
Fuck, I shoot like Tony Montana
(Grrah, grrah) no, they can't stand us
Real niggas stand up (Stand up)
I got my bands up
(Bands up) , still make you
Put your hands up (Grrah, grrah)
All this shit they ain't sayin' nothin'
(What?) don't
Don't miss, we want 'em stretched (Uh, huh)
He gone, nigga, who next?
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC
(Grrah, grrah)
Think I'ma show my respect (Uh, huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gats
(What? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back
(Boom, boom)
If we say it's war then it's that
(Then it's that)