[Intro: Fredo Bang] We don't miss shit, we just split shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nah-nah-nah-nah, ayy, ayy, ayy Keep it Z3N
[Chorus: Fredo Bang] Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips) And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks (Big sticks) Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips) And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks, yeah We don't miss shit, we just split shit Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with We don't miss shit, we just split shit Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with
[Verse 1: Fredo Bang] I believe in God, but I do not believe in Bibles Don't fuck with pussy rappers 'cause these niggas just want follows I just bought a chopper and I filled it up with hollows Put it on your partner, make the nigga sing a high note I got that bag on me, but I could just smash for free I put your dawg to sleep, now who want a war with me? Yeah, I gotta pop a Perc' just to get to sleep Big old 23, and this bitch big as me Yeah, I don't miss shit, I just split shit Convicted felon, but I keep a big stick I wipe my prints off of the gun so I can't get in trouble The chopper split a nigga up just like a pizza cutter
[Chorus: Fredo Bang & YNW Melly] Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips) And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks (Big sticks) Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips) And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks, yeah We don't miss shit, we just split shit Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with We don't miss shit (Slatt), we just split shit (Yeah) Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with
[Verse 2: YNW Melly] Only gang, pussy nigga, we don't miss sleep Fredo Bang, that my nigga, he a misfit Kool-Aid with this shit, you better not mix in If you do, you're getting put inside a box, bitch Dick on the Glock and it's hanging out Hanging out like an 18 year old just moved out his mama's house Pussy ass nigga, don't play with the crew, I'll shoot at your mama's spouse AKA your dad, my bitches are bad She sucking my D, I told her relax No I ain't missing, it ain't 'bout petition We pull up on you and leave your ass missing You fuck niggas snitching to all the commissioners Uh, no literally I'm feeling her spiritually She wanna fuck on Melly, baby My dick longer than a Martin Luther King speech
[Chorus: Fredo Bang] Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips) And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks (Big sticks) Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips) And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks, yeah We don't miss shit, we just split shit Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with We don't miss shit, we just split shit Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix withTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
