[ Featuring BabyMexiko ]
Listen
Let's talk about missions
I'm on a mission for riches
I'm on a mission, get back at the bitches
Who took me for granted, they've taken
I'ma skeet all on they faces
I'ma get back to the BAESIKS
F*ck these bitches, they basic
Looking at me like I'm crazy
Maybe I'm lil crazy, always will be crazy
Never will be fake
Niggas fake a feature and claim that they've made it
Niggas buy attention and swear they be famous
Rather kill myself than fake my whole image
Rather kill myself than pay my whole image
Buying clout, another thing for privileged
When you got no talent, all that money spitting, uh
Wait, hold up, I ain't done yet, ay
I ain't leaving till you bitches wet
I ain't leaving till you niggas checked
I ain't leaving till I get a check
I ain't leaving till I intercept
All these f*ck niggas make me broke
Try to stop my grind just to get some hoes, ay
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a mission, a mission
F*ck the college tuition
I ain't falling for the gimmicks
F*ck this job, I'm quitting
Finna leave all these bitches, all they talked was shit
Shit on y'all, boy that's the mission
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a mission, a mission
F*ck the college tuition
I ain't falling for the gimmicks
F*ck this job, I'm quitting
Finna leave all these bitches, all they talked was shit
Shit on y'all, boy that's the mission
I was on my f*ck boy shit
I was tryna sell these meds
I was tryna make this hit
I was never broke so you can't fix shit
I was tryna blow a zip
Had to make a couple dollars for my lonely
Never had nobody in my corner so please
Shoutout to my ex, she's a little salty
Never had to worry bout a record, I'm clean
Had to get the money before I left the crime scene
Shoutout to the haters cause they never phased me
I was dripping wax, Louie V on my jeans
Had to keep it safe, keep the Glock around me
I was on my drip drip, I was on my Hitlist
I was on my Keep-This-Bitch
She was really phony, got me kinda horny
Hit her with that f*ck boy dick
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a mission, a mission
F*ck the college tuition
I ain't falling for the gimmicks
F*ck this job, I'm quitting
Finna leave all these bitches, all they talked was shit
Shit on y'all, boy that's the mission
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a
I'm on a mission, a mission
I'm on a mission, a mission
F*ck the college tuition
I ain't falling for the gimmicks
F*ck this job, I'm quitting
Finna leave all these bitches, all they talked was shit
Shit on y'all, boy that's the mission
I should spend a K on my bony ass wrist
If it gets this damn press to know my f*cking address
If your ass went to college, you don't know bout this
And the bitch that you with don't know bout risk
No guns in the party, no guns in the party, please
I was in the Porsche, just sipping Bacardi, see
Seeing triple tripled down dog, I swear I just do it too breathe
Officer, listen, I promise I wasn't even meaning to speed
I just am what I see
Sip a Fanta, then I leave, shoot the camera every week
Your mood change with the leaves, loose change when you speak
Pave a new lane on the street, stop relying on the blueprint
Lace a city with a fresh sound, I'm tryna be the new Prince
My soul's all purple on the bottom like an old motherf*cking, PS2 Disc
Beyond the truest, Xenon's on tulips
I don't give a f*ck no more, that's my new shit
Spend your rent money on some Gucci, dog
Off the lucy, feeling woozy, dog
If it was up to me, y'all wouldn't be involved
Cut degrees and my feelings are gone
You whip the lease and wait for alarms
Don't sip the tea is you even a man at all
Plan Magic, I don't even need a ball
Plan Magic, I don't even need a
