BML J.R - Hit or Miss

Pussy niggas all caps in they diss
Talking bout how they be winning
But they last in this shit
Hoes be filthy
I don't ever put my trust inside a bitch
If they get to bussing at me
Tell 'em it's a hit or miss
Cause if they miss we hit the block
And bitch I'm knocking out his top
Every time I touch a track
Just like Da Baby it's a BOP
I don't worry bout what I don't have
I just worry bout what I got
Wait till I'm balling like Spaulding
Look like I hit the jackpot
Don't do the gangbanging
But a lot of anger in me
But I keep some members with me
And you know that they be hanging with me
Mama raised me better
So she pray to keep the Danger from me
Low key I'm the problem child
But that's just from the pain In me
Doing too much
Tell that hoe to play her role
I don't like to fall in love
So that's as far as this can go
Getting bands with my mans
We gonna run it up fo sho
I should call my team the bakers
By the way we touching dough
Niggas love talking bout money
When they get around them hoes
If you feel inside them pockets
All lint and they be broke
It was time to make some noise
So now I'm coming at they throats
Bitch I write my own hits
You could find it in my notes
Now they like who is that
She keep asking for a bag
What you gon do for that
Nigga up it first
Don't even give them time to shoot it back
A life of misery
Bitch it's so sad how I'm so use to that
The gun go brattt brattt brattt
Pussy niggas all caps in they diss
Talking bout how they be winning
But they last in this shit
Hoes be filthy
I don't ever put my trust inside a bitch
If they get to bussing at me
Tell 'em it's a hit or miss
Cause if they miss we hit the block
And bitch I'm knocking out his top
Every time I touch a track
Just like Da Baby it's a BOP
I don't worry bout what I don't have
I just worry bout what I got
Wait till I'm balling like Spaulding
Look like I hit the jackpot
I'm atomic I go boom
Kinda toxic and I'm rude
Type of nigga with a bitch
But she can't have no other dude
It was good before you got here
Don't be fucking up the mood
Play it cool
Grip the tool
Just in case they make a move
See them running off the hype
But yet I'm still the underdog
Everybody got agendas
I can't fuck with none of y'all
Bitches make that ass clap
Like it's a round of applause
Bitch I'm balling like a wizard
Number 2 John wall
Life a luxury
That most people don't ever get to spend
Before this S-P go and hit him
Put his life right up to an end
Bitches fronted on me then
But they fucking with me now
Cause they see I'm on the come up
They wasn't there when I was down
Course I'm smoking on the loud
Smell that shit from like a mile
Young nigga living wild
Who the talk of the town
Boy you trash you in denial
From them friends you got around
Move smart through the dark
Gotta make my momma proud nigga
Pussy niggas all caps in they diss
Talking bout how they be winning
But they last in this shit
Hoes be filthy
I don't ever put my trust inside a bitch
If they get to bussing at me
Tell 'em it's a hit or miss
Cause if they miss we hit the block
And bitch I'm knocking out his top
Every time I touch a track
Just like Da Baby it's a BOP
I don't worry bout what I don't have
I just worry bout what I got
Wait till I'm balling like Spaulding
Look like I hit the jackpot

Written by:
Elijah Joy

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