Miss It Lyrics

(Bhristo, talk to em' slime)

Woah, woah

Okay I did it again

Okay I fucked on her friend

Diamonds gon jump out he limb, okay

Diamonds gon jump out the wrist, yeah

I just put Rick on my bitches, okay

I just put Rick on my vision

I split the racks up just like division

You wanna play with this shit, K ya missin'

I might just hit her up tell her I miss it

I might just text her and tell her I miss her

Yeah, no kizzard

Okay let's go

Yeah

Yeah, we just uppin' da sco

Yeah

I put dat boy on the floor, yeah

I just keep fuckin his hoe, yeah

Okay, these niggas so lame

I just pulled up in a plane

Hop out I'm choppin' da brain

Okay, she givin' me brain

Push up you know you not leavin' the same

Okay we know ya not livin da same

Pull out the racks out my Helmut Lang

Rockin' Balenci in back of the Range

I just been smokin' on dope and just sippin' on drank tell this bitch Ion wanna play

I just get so high I fly away

All of yo friends just got sum to say

(Yeah)

Okay, I'm over it

I told that bitch that I'm over it

I'm just like, "K bae we over wit"

10 racks all in da Rick

Yeah, okay don't get split, yeah

We turn that boy to a pic, yeah

We put dat boy in a ditch

I just gotta play it cool

You just gotta play it cool

You just gotta play it cool

I just gotta play it cool, yuh

We just chopped the lamb coupe

Okay bitch ya gotta move

You gotta tell me what you really do

Cause we don't know nun about it

Okay I did it again

Okay I fucked on her friend

Diamonds gon jump out he limb, okay

Diamonds gon jump out the wrist, yeah

I just put Rick on my bitches, okay

I just put Rick on my vision

I split the racks up just like division

You wanna play with this shit, K ya missin

I might just hit her up tell her I miss it

Okay I did it again

Okay I fucked on her friend

Diamonds gon jump out he limb, okay

Diamonds gon jump out the wrist, yeah

I just put Rick on my bitches, okay

I just put Rick on my vision

I split the racks up just like division

You wanna play with this shit, K ya missin'

I might just hit her up tell her I miss it

I might just text her and tell her I miss her

Yeah, no kizzard

Okay let's go

Yeah

Yeah, we just uppin' da sco

Yeah

I put dat boy on the floor, yeah

I just keep fuckin his hoe, yeah

Okay, these niggas so lame

I just pulled up in a plane

Hop out I'm choppin' da brain

Okay, she givin' me brain

Push up you know you not leavin' the same

Okay we know ya not livin da same

Pull out the racks out my Helmut Lang

Okay I'm over it

I told that bitch that I'm over it

I'm just like, "K bae we over wit"