Can’t Miss

I can’t miss
Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist
Now they tryna get me out the mix
That’s why me and bro, we don’t mix
Told her friends shortty why
You such a snitch?
I might do the dash hella quick
Shawty brand new just like the kicks
And they match color of the whip
Pockets fat and my shorty looking thick

Ay and my shawty looking thick
Said she might be coming I
Said imma need some pics
I don’t need nobody else it’s
Me myself that’s it -
I just make clean money I don’t
Need to hit no licks
Swear I got my fam through it
All that’s on my life
I can’t trust nobody else if they
Ain’t by my side - baby you gon’ learn
I’m not like these other guys
We’ve been working early then
We party every night
Woah, I swear shit been getting real
You jokes
I’ve been in the city still, I’m home
They said that they finna kill, they won’t
(ah yeah)

Taking flight like Jordan
I be ballin’, scoring’
Diamonds drip they pourin’ -
And my engine roaring all my bitches foreign
All my whips is foreign
All your bitches boring
Yeah they keep me snorin’ poppin’ in the six
Poppin’ like a stick all my ho’s is thick
Virgil on my kicks imma drop the top
Imma let it pop i might let it bang
All my music bang
All my music bang like Barry Bonds
And my diamonds dancin’
Diamonds going stupid like some blondes
My shit wet just like a
My shit wet just like a pond
Shorty said she love the kid and
I ain’t even gon’ respond
I’m the goat just like Lebron

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Can’t Miss

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