Can't Miss (We Lit Performance) Lyrics

I'm not no picky nigga, if he want it, he gon' get it, get the city litty

Been my mission for a minute, run with plenty killers They ain't duckin' from no tension, it's a switchy nigga

Better get low when I hit it, Oh you stand on business? Well what the fuck, you think I'm doin? This gun ain't for no picture

The people watchin' all my movement, youngest nigga in it Them hoes can't wait to come and screw me in them trenches

I'm on fooly with my yeek out, and my jewelry on, Talk to Terry when I'm all alone, like, damn, you really gone

Seventeen years, we been in the strong, still got you right or wrong That hoe ever say your name, it's on, choppa singin' songs

Hit shit up all way from to head to toe, that's how you send it home, From knockin' buzzin, totin' on that iron

Breakin' on the car, Ma look at your baby boy a star, But I ain't too far, skrrt it, jump out, hit somethin' with that Nick

Like it's last name Minaj, TGE they know what's up, I'm not a picky nigga

If he want it, he gon' get it, get the city litty It been my mission for a minute, run with plenty killers

They ain't duckin' from no tension, it's a switchy nigga Better get low when I hit it, all my niggas with it

And they trigga fingers itchy, we bout poles and killing Won't get into all that dissing, sit back for a minute

Now I'm here, a nigga can't miss it, money, cars, and bitches I hear them callin, like, come get me, I'm the same lil' nigga

Won't do no switchin, or no snitchin' Only difference I don't kick it, now my favorite friend is Benji

Get your casket, get picked out quicker Trynna put on a front for Insta, B.J. drive him out the window

Try and come rearrange your dental, bitch Niggas just be talkin' beats, the only time they killin' shit

I can work that chopstick like a veteran or not, I get it sent Pull on side your whip, kill everything that decide to get in it

My niggas is gremlins, but don't need to pop pills to get busy Active with that blower, I'ma lock in like I'm throwing dog

Hop out, chase my target, then go sit it down like Rosa Parks Paint somethin' with that stick, that's what I like to call a

Show of arts, and my niggas is dead, so ain't no way that I'ma show remorse