Onna Mission Lyrics

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Walking through the strip with my Glock out

Niggas steady talking but they not out

Till we hop in them mini vans hop out

Since 6 bitch I been the man

I'm in the game it ain't my fault

Nigga touch me you know I'm going all out

Hit the nigga in his face so that he'll never call out

With my brothers and you know that we'll never fall out

Steady calling me brother bitch I know you hating

Like that necklace you got on I know you faking

If it's something I want I get up and chase it

Got to get a bag no time to be waiting

Live fast die young I can't be patient

Zach my brother no I ain't Haitian

Won my brother we ain't related

I can't dream got to wake up and chase it

They was all procrastinating

I need that dough for my little babies

How you got money and you still hating

Better cherish life before we take it

I blow that pipe like gas we blazing

Ain't talking loose leaf I need that paper

I chase that money I ain't no waiter

Fuck a bitch I tell her see you later

Bitch we on a mission

Pop a nigga like a scription

Got to get home to them digits

Ain't like these other fucking niggas

Baby can't you tell the difference

Got to get this money my palms be itching

My name ain't Timmy so I can't wish it

Pam you the one that I'm missing

Back to the script

Smoking some shit got me coughing up a lung up in the back of the whip

Told yo bitch go home with all of that nagging and shit

Better quit that acting and shit

For I have my brothers pull up get active little bitch

One False move blow tool

Watch how you moving yo body for they catch it little bitch

Cuz we keep smith and Wesson's

Quick to teach a bitch a lesson

Like he worked out leave them stretched and

Won't have no regrets

Won't answer no questions

God the only one that I'm confessing

He the one control my blessings

For greatness that's all I'm destined

We not Johnny you bet not test us

She say she fucked my brother I'm like bitch I already knew though

Struggle and pain what a nigga got used to

Homicides we laughing at that's just some shit we got used to

How to dodge bullets better go look on YouTube

Y'all niggas rainbow like y'all some fruit loops

Bad bitch light skin shorty look like new new

I'm a dog count them blues like I'm blues clues

Bitch we on a mission

Pop a nigga like a scription

Got to get home to them digits

Ain't like these other fucking niggas

Baby can't you see the difference

Got to get this money my palms be itching

My name ain't Timmy so I can't wish it

Pam you the one that I'm missing

Just understand we on a mission

Like KFC bitch we need that chicken

From scratch we whipping in the kitchen

Ain't got to understand me but you gone listen

Let me just paint this little picture

I'm like 16 and foreign whipping

Already done learned to hit licks it's just me and Zach in the whip

We want some green

We was young and turned

Live fast die young what all we learned

Play with him one call you Marked

Is using yo hands really worth a shirt

Rose above it I'm out the dirt

No IG but we gone lurk

Waiting for the link up on the first

Enough about that

Back to the ghetto we slept inside the trap

Break inside the Bandos way way back

Like Velcro nigga stayed with a strap

This ain't no game don't play with that

No regrets never take it back

I said fuck school used to ditch that

Leave you in a ditch knock off that wave cap

I just can't leave out the killing

Seen it with my own eyes but I ain't no witness

I ain't like these other niggas baby can't you see the difference

We just some young niggas turned to villains

Now we road racing to them millions

All of this pain made me lose feeling

So all that capping i don't feel it

Bitch we on a mission

Pop a nigga like a scription

Got to get home to them digits

Ain't like these other fucking niggas

Baby can't you see the difference

Got to get this money my palms be itching

My name ain't Timmy so I can't wish it

Pam you the one that I'm missing

Bitch we on a mission

Pop a nigga like a scription

Got to get home to them digits

Ain't like these other fucking niggas

Baby can't you see the difference

Got to get this money my palms be itching

My name ain't Timmy so I can't wish it

Pam you the one that I'm missing