Miss The Rage Lyrics

I can't see a damn thang but the guap

Tell me be cautious when follow all this drip gone need mop

Pouring up lean out baby bottle like I fuck with baby bop

Got a choppa full of hollows bullets singing bop bop bop

Speaking in code ong that's on my gang not on God

I get high as wiz Khalifa & don't move like Rosa Parks

Verified I come from the Goat like I came with a verification card

I get so lit that I probably would spark

I'm speaking my mind I'm creating art

I'm one of a kind I shine in the dark

Hit a crack in the street for she cracking my heart

When they gave me the beat had to rip it apart

He wanted beef and got smoked like a cart

Accurate aim like I'm throwing a dart

Now that boy look like a grocery cart

Yeah yeah

Now that boy look like a grocery car

I can't see a damn thang if it ain't guap

Do the dash on they ass there go a cop

Going too fast don't think I can stop

I'm deep in my bag like Saint Nick last stop

I buy it to sell it I treat it like stocks

I buy it inhale it then go to the stars

Yeah Sccrr

Chop stick came with a large Lo Mein

Got a hundred round drum I ain't got no aim

I'm out my mind took out my brain

This that Jimmy Choo no train

Za mixed with designer fragrance

Dropping daily not occasions

Sick of this Wak cause love contagious yeah

I can't see a damn thang if it ain't guap

Do the dash on they ass there go a cop

I can't see a damn thang if it ain't guap

Do the dash on they ass there go a cop