Missile

Both my wrists, they dancin' Diamonds, Michael Jackson, you can go blind

From how much they flashin' I'm on my grind

My money advancing I pick up a pack and I flip it

My money, it doubles and triple I don't blow up like a missile

If you talk that shit, then I empty the clip of my pistol

I'll leave you dead, shots to the head Won't leave you crippled, ayy

You don't want no issues leave you in the dirt My bullets, they rippin', now you in a hearse

Your family gon' miss you, now you in a shirt, ayy

Brand new bitch, a Barbie, ayy Love the way she top me, ayy

Ride me like a Harley, ayy Blow up kamikaze, ayy