Mission Impossible ft. Shayy, Lil Roc & Big Sage Lyrics

Lames can't see me, had to make it clear doe

Gucci on, fresh toes, lashed up, eyes low

I gotta start ov-, I gotta uhh, stop somewhere

Hold on lemme catch this bitch

Alright

Aye, this beat hard as hell

Stupid nigga took his rent money went and bought Chanel

I just went and fucked a dancing bitch while her man in jail

Road to 50 racks off rap, niggas broke as hell

I think I'm finna take a road trip out to six flags

Why the fuck you got this lil gun in a big bag

Beat a nigga down, his momma there with his bitch ass

I just made a call, Drake coming to the kick back

Bitch, I ain't talking bout the singer either

Got a group full of pussy ass niggas, you the ring leader

Beat a nigga ass in the parking lot I'm feeling like I'm stinkmeaner

Pass the ball im finna hit the shot I feel like bron in his 5th season

I wonder why these niggas always in my face

Hoes keep talking, always gotta put em in they place

Fucking on the same nigga, yeah that shit was lame

But I took his bitch and now I make her say my name

Now I'm running game

Smart bitch, good brain

Real freaky on the low, you gotta keep my tamed

Heart so cold don't got no feelings no more

Protect my heart in your hands, fuck a promise you swore

But I met a new nigga, and you know he got friends

Put that account in his name, I'm collecting dividends

Real freaky ass bitch, these hoes think imma threat

Slim waist, pretty face, and you know this pussy stay wet

I just took a pussy nigga bitch and put her in the blender

Niggas out here asking me for cheese like I'm a fucking lender

I got all my drip straight from Neiman's, heard you shop at Spencer's

I just paid a thousand for my jeans like that's not expensive

I'm finna X this nigga out the picture, lemme grab my pencil

Nigga wanna beef about a bitch, well lemme grab my pistol

Nigga why you out here acting hard, my baby brother bitched you

Oh you claim you love getting high I let the burner lift you

Crazy what these broke niggas tryna tell me, fall back, get gone, niggas sick tryna mail Me

I just walked in the room, everybody tryna scale me

Little body baby, but my hands real healthy

See I don't like to fight, I sit pretty and shit

But if it's laying like that, I'll whip me a bitch

These hoes will hate your ass over the silliest shit

You let a nigga come between and he was never a pick

Wow, bitch, you a weirdo

Lames can't see me, had to make it clear doe

Gucci on, fresh toes, lashed up, eyes low

Blow smoke, get dough, all a bitch really know

I just had to link up with my friends we had a molly party

Just bought a new glock with big titties, call it Dolly Parton

Blow a nigga house up by myself like Macaulay Culkin

I don't send niggas verses back cuz they songs be garbage