Mission To Get It ft. AC Ray Lyrics

Tip a 40 and you know that we already baked

Spittin lyrics so sick that they devastate

Steady creepin and I'm ready to assassinate

Any stupid fake that wants to perpetrate

When I go out on the streets, I get lost for days

Buying weed and beer from what my hustlin makes

Gettin fucked up and reppin the hood is all I do

Makin money on the streets sellin sacks to you

Go a do a beer run and come back with the brew

Throw another party, you know it ain't nothin new

Invite up all the homies from the hood and back in school

All tatted up, we just G's on the loose

Head out to the back and they already doin lines

They say go ahead and take some, I already took mine

So we gone be up all night till the sun shines

Everybody's fuckin wasted, down to spit rhymes

We in the middle of the night, commiting crimes

Loading bowl after bowl, so the high don't decline

Now we creepin in the night with a fuckin chrome

Fuck these bitches, they gone get bullets to the dome

I'm yelling out Loma, make if fuckin known

That we ain't no punk bitches and our pride is strong

And a bitch that's talking shit ain't gone be lasting long

So you better make sure you don't stare at us wrong

I'm on a mission to get, yeah I been chasing the money

I took a crack with a bat but now my face look funny

Ain't got no time to relax save that shit for the pad

They don't call me if I'm winning, call me when I'm down bad

Type of shit will make you flinch yeah I was born with a clip

By some lonely skonka bitch that always throwing the fists

We like to load it by the quarter always strong in that bitch

Put my hands together only if she on this dick ahhh

Always surrounded by my homies and evil demons

And I don't know why but I'm always hearing this eerie ringing

And when I come for your life, you know I leave no time for screamin

Hear voices in my head, but I never get the meanin

There's good and bad inside of me, they always competin

And I guess the evils winning cus my angers always steaming

All of my enemies line up like dope

And I know that they all wanna slit my throat

But you bitches should've known, not to provoke

Crazy mother fuckers that have no hope

You could say I am the reaper cus I make you die slow

I do what the fuck I want homie, fuck the 5 O

Psycho from the Aztec Generation, you could say I'm like a stove

Cus my heat turns all these pigs to bacon

You think you're the realest, well you're mistaken

Cus you know A G be the realest mother fuckers invadin

If you bitches wanna talk shit, then at you I'll be aiming

And I'll spill your blood and brains, all over the pavement

All of my life, nothings ever mattered

I'll run up on you levas and let bullets scatter

Only be to relax in my casket

So until then I'ma keep unloading on you bastards

I ride for the A G and we causing disasters

If you wanna go to war, brains will get splattered

Bringing destruction and causing these tragedies

I'm making sure you will never live happily

I'm from the places that you say are sad to see

I live in this world you live in a fantasy

Bringing destruction and causing these tragedies

I'm making sure you will never live happily

I'm from the places that you say are sad to see

I live in this world you live in a fantasy

I'm on a mission to get, yeah I been chasing the money

I took a crack with a bat but now my face look funny

Ain't got no time to relax save that shit for the pad

They don't call me if I'm winning, call me when I'm down bad

Type of shit will make you flinch yeah I was born with a clip

By some lonely skonka bitch that always throwing the fists

We like to load it by the quarter always strong in that bitch

Put my hands together only if she on this dick ahhh

It's aight son, we need them bad bitches, the type of ones

The ones that like to get down the type to fight son

All in repetition too sick for the competition

Only one to get in my head is my momma, bitches

Yeah she got a couple mans, yeah that's factsI got 2 baby momma's, they ain't bond like that

I had to sit behind bars, nobody got my back

I had to shoot but hella far, I can't run that fast

Had to show em how to last, had to do my thang

Makin moves in the paint, got the boo out the way

She caused the flu, that bitch stank

What you do with the spray

Too fast, I'm in a race, I take a shit in yo lane

I'm too coo on it, I'm in a mood

Oh it feel good don't it, well you fittin to lose

I just spent 2 on it, actin like a foo

She playing with my hair, while I'm playing with my tool

Keep it real bruh

I'm on a mission to get, yeah I been chasing the money

I took a crack with a bat but now my face look funny

Ain't got no time to relax save that shit for the pad

They don't call me if I'm winning, call me when I'm down bad

Type of shit will make you flinch yeah I was born with a clip

By some lonely skonka bitch that always throwing the fists

We like to load it by the quarter always strong in that bitch

Put my hands together only if she on this dick ahhh