Missiles (feat. Trippie Redd) E

D-Dingo. B-B-Bankroll Got It. Slurp it up and make a mess. When I pull up you hear the Vette. Spaghettis they fall off my neck. I'm smoking that za to the chest. Ran that shit up off the muscle. Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle. Niggas talk shit, it ain't nothing. 300 all cash, I'm coming. I'm a real rockstar, came from the trenches. Now I got bitches on bitches on bitches. Throw him the cuttie, my young nigga hitch. He just gonna get your ass for a lil Fifth. Balling out just like I'm Madden. Excuse my bad language, I think I'm the shit. Take a PJ out to Cali to grab some Biscotti, it's smelling like piss. Doubled up, I'm pouring my stress in a double Cup. Remember I ran my first hundred up. My Draco got titties, 100 bust. Shooting the crowds, you ain't taking my chain. Your ass finna crash how you swerving my lane. Only do guap when he speaking that language. My young niggas villains, they twisting they fangs. I swerve in a double R, keep me a Banger. Couple snow bunnies, they stay in Topanga. Brushing my white with some toothpaste. VVS on my gums, ain't no tooth fairy. RIP Nip, need a Blue Ray. These diamonds HD like a Blue Ray. She eat out the kid like a buffet. I been raw fuck, you just too late. Slurp it up and make a mess. When I pull up you hear the Vette. Spaghettis they fall off my neck. I'm smoking that za to the chest. Ran that shit up off the muscle. Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle. Niggas talk shit, it ain't nothing. 300 all cash, I'm coming. Your bitch blew me like a whistle. I keep me two pistols. I feel just like Texas Rangers. Know that I keep me some missiles. Won't be hard to hit you, lil bitch I Ain't gotta aim. Know that I drip in Versace. Armani my body, lil bitch I ain't gotta stain. I count hundreds and 50s. I take your lil sister to Johnny and buy Me a new chain. Every day is a movie. I keep me some clips, lil nigga, I shoot 'em like Blue Ray. My lil baby flyin' high. She up in the sky. She up like a Blue jay. Just bought an AP, deep dish that Bitch with a red face. Heard niggas in the streets talking, I ain't worried 'bout what the dead say. Slurp it up and make a mess. When I pull up you hear the Vette. Spaghettis they fall off my neck. I'm smoking that za to the chest. Ran that shit up off the muscle. Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle. Niggas talk shit, it ain't nothing. 300 all cash, I'm coming. Slurp it up and make a mess. When I pull up you hear the Vette. Spaghettis they fall off my neck. I'm smoking that za to the chest. Ran that shit up off the muscle. Walk with the Glock, I don't tussle. Niggas talk shit, it ain't nothing. 300 all cash, I'm coming