Miss Me

(альбом: Anxiety - 2017)

(Ay, yeah, woah)
ATL Jacob
(Woah, woah woah)

Ay, ay
I got shooters with some aim, boy (Ay)
Around my hood, like Debo, you a stain boy (Ay)
[?] she ain't messing with no lame boys
We ain't bang, boy
Better tuck your chain, boy (Ay)

Growing up I ain't have anything
Now I got VVS's in my pinky ring
You tweaking on that [?] I let that blicky ring
Got the stiffy, at your smitty
We gon' let it sing (yeah)
Let it sing I call it Jodeci (Ay)
Fell in love with my heart call it poetry (Ay)
Call up bro, I need about a 4 of lean
Got addicted 'cause she only show me loyalty
I got some ice, I bought a deuce
I got some juice (Ooh, ooh)
I'm on the ground, I lost my man
I got some loose screws (Ooh)
Hoe why you mad? I'm in my bag
I got some bands (Yeah, yeah)
I'm boutta smash, on her friend
Funny thing she said (Yeah, ay, ay)
Shawty know French, amour (Ay, ay)
You wanna spend the night 'cause you see shiny jewels (Ay, ay)
I rock Christian Loubs, [?] shiny shoes (Ay, ay)
Hating ass nigga anyway, boy who invited you? (Ay)

Get in yo' bag
I just wanna run up these bands
Niggas wanna tweak
I'ma put this hot shit on yo' ass (Ay)
Nigga don't sleep
But I dream about living in a mansion (Ay)
Nigga don't tweak
'Cause my clip come with a big extension
We was trapping in the school I should've been suspended
I've been on the ground, 'cause I gotta get it
Strapped up with this tool, you should pay attention
She like baby I love you, you can miss me wit' it