Missile Lyrics

All in my dreams you was ringing the bell

Get to the top and I'm giving em hell

Dark nights I be feeling like Bruce (Bruce Wayne)

In the field know I stay with the troops (My troops)

Double cup and you know this ain't juice (That juice)

Tell that bitch throw it back like caboose (Throw it back)

Big chop put a switch on a pistol

Bullets hot they be ready to sizzle

We gone aim his bones gristle

Big 45 know it's shoot like a missile

Dark nights I be feeling like Bruce (Bruce Wayne)

In the field know I stay with the troops (My troops)

Double cup and you know this ain't juice (That juice)

Tell that bitch throw it back like caboose (Throw it back)

Big chop put a switch on a pistol

Bullets hot they be ready to sizzle

We gone aim his bones gristle

Big 45 know it's shoot like a missile

I let em hate you wonna know why

Still trying to figure out why she lie

Know I'm gone keep my tool till I die

He tryna keep it cool but he shy

I thought you said forever

Wasn't gone leave never ever

Baby girl change like the weather

You got yo groove back feeling like Stella

You broke my heart now I'm under the weather

Said fuck it I'm under the

Said fuck it I'm under the weather

I pop a perc we was better together

I pop a xan now I'm light as a feather

Smoking this gas know it hit like Mayweather

All in my dreams you was ringing the bell

Send my money bitch I need the Zelle

Get to the top now I'm giving em hell

He tried to run up got hit up with shells

My Niggas selling more gas than shells

All of her true feelings they got unveiled

All of her true motives they got revealed

How you gone take my heart when it's made of steel

You play with the gang that's a major deal

My niggas come thru and confirm the kill

Dark nights I be feeling like Bruce (Bruce Wayne)

In the field know I stay with the troops (My troops)

Double cup and you know this ain't juice (That juice)

Tell that bitch throw it back like caboose (Throw it back)

Big chop put a switch on a pistol

Bullets hot they be ready to sizzle

We gone aim his bones gristle

Big 45 know it's shoot like a missile

Dark nights I be feeling like Bruce Wayne (Feeling like Bruce)

Tell that bitch throw it back like caboose (Throw it back like caboose)

Big 45 it shoot like a missile

(Shoot like a missile)

We gone aim at his bones his gristle (Aim at his gristle)