Frazier Trill, Pi’erre Bourne, Bermuda Yae - Missing lyrics

I'm selling dope, I'm selling dope
I'm selling dope
I know that you doing your thing (Trill)
You feel me? Ha ha ha (Yes, sir)
Smoke big gas, right? For sure
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Going crazy in this bitch, hopping out, drip
(Drip)
Too much money in this club, tell that nigga
"Tip" (Tip) bitches trying to fuck with me
I'll tell that bitch, "Strip"
(Strip) nigga trying to hate on me
I'll let that bitch rip (Blaow)
Hopping out the latest shit
Niggas talking crazy shit
Pull up on that 80's shit
Home in-fucking-vasion shit

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I remember when a nigga didn't miss shit
(Didn't miss shit)
We was shooting out the car
And we weren't missing (Baow baow baow)
Yeah, yeah
He wanted smoke and we weren't missing
(We weren't missing)
I pull up, pshh, I think that nigga missing
(I think he missing, yeah, yeah)
Man, that nigga tripping (Boy, he tripping)
Pull up on you, leave you missing
(Leave you missing, baow baow baow)
Yeah, yeah, I think he tripping
(I think he tripping)
Yeah, I'ma pull up, leave you missing
(Leave him missing)
Leave him missing, yeah (Missing, yeah, yeah)

Know so much shit I can't even speak on
Niggas talking shit but we
Won't even see homes nigga, talk is cheap
We 'bout to sweep the streets
Nigga, play for keeps
You know I gotta get it like I'm 'posed to
Nigga hating on me
Was they hating on the old you?
Niggas sweet as tea
Cooking up, ooh-wee (Ooh-wee)
His bitch wanna fuck with me (Ooh-wee)
I'm smoking on some weed (yeah)
I'm selling dope today (Today)
I'm trapping every day (Day)
These niggas hate, okay (Okay)
I'm pushing up with Yae

Huh, I'm pushing up with
Trill, know we going, having M&M's
All off in that field
Know my nigga really gonna drill
Pouring out the seal, know them youngins now
They drinking beer
Bad bitch over here, yeah, my song
Know she wanna hear
Don't fuck with no queers
Know my nigga dripping in Moncler
Not having no fears, know lil Yae
He taking flight for real
She wanna fuck on the gang
Somebody send that lil' ho a Lyft over here
Bales made it through the mail, young nigga
Not even playing, we serving for real, huh

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I remember when a nigga didn't miss shit
(Didn't miss shit)
We was shooting out the car
And we weren't missing (Baow baow baow)
Yeah, yeah
He wanted smoke and we weren't missing
(We weren't missing)
I pull up, pshh, I think that nigga missing
(I think he missing, yeah, yeah)
Man, that nigga tripping (Boy, he tripping)
Pull up on you, leave you missing
(Leave you missing, baow baow baow)
Yeah, yeah, I think he tripping
(I think he tripping)
Yeah, I'ma pull up, leave you m

Woo, woo (yeah) woo, woo (yeah)
Woo, woo (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (While the light green, nigga, it's my turn)
Yeah it's Trill! (Bitch)