Don’t Miss (Nah Nah)
[Intro]
(Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Devil keep knocking, I'm letting him in (Letting him in)
I'm having too much money to spend (Money to spend)
Hop out the Trackhawk ready to spin (Ready to spin)
Just left the church and I'm ready to sin (Yeah, yeah)
Just left the church but I'm ready to shoot (Baow)
Mama done blew it, I don't got a clue (Nah)
Just told my bitch I like fucking her friend, no matter what, I'ma tell her the truth
[Chorus]
Say, "Nah, nah, new shit on my neck, nah"
New shit on my fucking wrist, big .45 and this shit don't miss, shit don't miss
Say, "Nah, nah, new shit on my two tone"
Who the fuck this? Got a new phone
Cut the bitch off, got to move on
[Verse 2]
Pray to God like forgiving my sin, go
Seeing that ass, just got forgive him again ('Gain)
Always saying I don't need to bе trappin', I told 'em I won't never touch it again (No, no)
Know somеbody gon' say that I won't never, Melody just turned on my family and friends (For sure)
Don't talk from the phone, just leave me alone, whenever you done, just bring me the end (On my Mama)
I'm having motion, way too much to spend
If I hit her once, I can fuck her again (Again)
Hop out the Trackhawk, straight get to laughing and go spend a check and go make it again (Again)
I can't see the hate through the Cartier lens (Nah)
Devil keep knocking, I'm letting him in
Reached in the bitch, I ain't got to shoot shit, but I bet I leave blood whenever I spin (Boom)
[Chorus]
Say, "Nah, nah, new shit on my neck, nah"
New shit on my fucking wrist, big .45 and this shit don't miss, shit don't miss
Say, "Nah, nah, new shit on my two tone"
Who the fuck this? Got a new phone
Cut the bitch off, got to move on
[Verse 3]
Ayy, Glock with a thirty, don't miss (Boom)
Somewhere in Cali, I'm scrapped with a switch (No cap)
I'm down thinking 'bout trying that shit and it big 'cause they seeing these diamond gliss (Gliss)
Out of my shining, throw on my Cuban Link set, just to go break some dick in your bitch (Right now)
I shoot my shot at your ho and don't miss (No)
Get me in that throat hold, I ain't tryna kiss (Come on), nope
Nah, nah, can't get none of my time, ho
Really been stuck in that grind mode, counting hundreds, you hear me, that time flow (Bling)
New shit on my neck and my wrist, Glock .45 get to hitting like a glitch in this bitch
Whole lotta diamonds and choppers and shit
I missing jewelers, designers and shit, bitch (Nah)
[Chorus]
Say, "Nah, nah, new shit on my neck, nah"
New shit on my fucking wrist, big .45 and this shit don't miss, shit don't miss
Say, "Nah, nah, new shit on my two tone"
Who the fuck this? Got a new phone
Cut the bitch off, got to move on