Mission Lyrics

Ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken

All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin

If a nigga funk with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes

Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken

All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin

If a nigga funk with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes

All I wanted was a mill, I ain't trippin' bout a bitch

Ever since a little kid, I've been known to keep it stitched

From the school of hard knocks, so I learned to make them flips

Just stackin' up my chips, I ain't fuckin' with no snitch

Card push to start, then I raced to that check

I don't really care for sex, all I want is that neck

If the bitch fag off, then I move to the next

Bitche it's camera action, so quiet up on that set

Got money comin' in, I don't even gotta flex

Just thumbin' through these rolls, still I need some more checks

If I fall off today, then it's back to movin' packs

Steady grindin' real hard, only tryna be the best

Livin' how I do only leads to more stress

So I'm rollin' up these woods, just smokin' to the neck

I don't care where you from, man, it's all about respect

But you better come correct, or I'll put your ass in check

30 on my hip, man, I really leave you stretched

I ain't with the playin games, so you better wear a vest

Heard that nigga talkin' shit, so I laid his ass to rest

I ain't talkin' bout a bag, bitch, I'm talkin' bout a chest

I got groupies on my line, but I don't want the sex

If they wanna see me, better be about to check

I'm a six-figure nigga, so my time is an expense

I ain't stressin' bout a ho, all I want is a check

Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission

Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken

All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin

If a nigga fuck with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes

Like, ayy, bitch, you know I'm on a mission

Tryna run it up, yeah, I really love that chicken

All I wanted was them bills, I don't do no sneak dissin

If a nigga fuck with me, then I'll leave him in the bushes

Bitch, I'm comin' in again, I ain't wastin' any breath

Now my life kinda hectic, so I really gotta step

I'm tryna change my ways, cause this ain't for the best

Mom, I'm sorry I chose this life, but I'm a ticket to the Jets

Keep on chasin' pape, cause it help me with the pain

Like I'm number 42, I'ma really change the game

Give a fuck what you say, cause I really paved the way

Man, fuck all these groupies that be tryna make it name

Trippin' bout a bitch, tell him, go and buy a skirt

If you really down to ride, why you never put in work

Stop cappin' to the bitch, man, you really just a Smurf

I been known to push weight, I ain't fuckin' with no nerd

Shit ain't come easy, had to get it out the dirt

If the bitch came through, then I got it out her purse

But I learned from my past, that's what helped me with this verse

Shoutout to my big bro, doin' life up in the M