Miss me Lyrics

Back in the day used to call me a clown

Don't hang with me now you was never around

Your bitch on my line know I got to slut her out

Might drown in them waters she giving me mouth

She sucking me soft want to go another round

We roll with big steppers leave dents in the ground

Talked down on my name now he up in the clouds

I set a new high and they want me to crouch

Through all of the hate never thought you would doubt

I kept it true because I'm the realist around

I cut her off and now she missing me now

Spend hundreds fifties like it's never a drought

Her head too sloppy I got guns in the couch

We run the city boy you know what we about

Trying to get a million ain't got time to slouch

I need bag right now I need the bag

Stop the plotting I just go off my fate

I take her shopping just to show that we straight

She want attention but I'm stuck on my bank

Them panties dropping if you here at my place

My main be jealous but she knowing her place

That girl a eater I can't do dinner dates

Ho ho

Trying make a mil and they holding me down

I been through the drought and they loving me now

I'm trying make a mil and they holding me down

I been through the drought and they loving me now

I'm going be the greatest I'm taking the crown

She claiming she love me she caught in the clout

On road to the top no you not on my route

Been trying to shit on me on numerous accounts

Back in the day used to call me a clown

Don't hang with me now you was never around

Your bitch on my line know I got to slut her out

Might drown in them waters she giving me mouth

She sucking me soft want to go another round

We roll with big steppers leave dents in the ground

Talked down on my name now he up in the clouds

I set a new high and they want me to crouch

Through all of the hate never thought you would doubt

I kept it true because I'm the realist around

I cut her off and now she missing me now

Spend hundreds fifties like it's never a drought

Her head too sloppy I got guns in the couch

We run the city boy you know what we about

Trying to get a million ain't got time to slouch

Might drown in them waters she giving me mouth

She sucking me soft want to go another round

I kept it true because I'm the realist around

I cut her off and now she missing me now

Spend hundreds fifties like it's never a drought

Her head too sloppy I got guns in the couch

We run the city boy you know what we about

Trying to get a million ain't got time to slouch

Comeup

Gifted Niggas