Mission (feat. Palatka6a6y 50)
Ouu, mm-hm
This ain't no dojo baby I can't kick it cause me and PB50 up on a mission
This ain't no dojo baby I can't kick it cause me and Migi really up on a mission
I can make a couple bankrolls look cheap
Trackhawk, I'm just on the road in a Jeep
Bad bitch, fat ass, hair on fleek
Can't forget about my brothers, I'ma make sure that they eat
Come around here tryna think shit sweet
NBA, baby, I been ballin' all week
96 Buick with the peanut butter seats
Get behind the wheel and I'm pickin' up the speed like woah
I can't even get a ticket, police really got me trippin
Talkin' to her while I hit it We been rich for a minute
Magazine came extended, Blow it, we gon' let it hit em
This ain't no dojo baby I can't kick it cause me and PB50 up on a mission
Up on a mission, baby, you trippin'
Matter 'fact bitch you slippin, Nah, I ain't kiddin'
They wanna see how I'm livin, I get the Glock and I clip em'
I don't walk in Sakks, I get some new shoes from Hibbett's
They cannot see my vision wanna be up with some millions
You throw they ass in the water, but they ain't ever gonna float because they ain't swimmin'
Go in the studio, snap in that bitch like a slim-jim, I'ma let the mic talk to me
Club too turnt, but the bad bitches always wanna look at me when the gang walk through it
I can't fuck with that dude named Kidd, so if he is an opp, let him hear his opps music
Talking to a baddie and I think she got a fatty but her best friend want it, so I shot like a Cupid
Fuck a red light, we ain't ever gon' stop
Bad bitch from Poland she ain't bring the wock
Workin' all day like I'm still on the clock
Fuckin' that bitch while I'm wearin' some Crocs
Chasin' that bread, I'm fly as a flock
Yeat cause I don't want no more talk
Take your bitch home, and she give me some top
Can I put my balls in your jaw? Like woah
I can't even get a ticket, police really got me trippin
Talkin' to her while I hit it We been rich for a minute
Magazine came extended, Blow it, we gon' let it hit em
This ain't no dojo baby I can't kick it cause me and Migi really up on a mission
Brr, brr, hello?
New phone, who this?
Droppin' a song with Migi (That's me)
Cause you know we don't miss
Feelin' like Uzi, (Yeah, yeah) cause I got a new Patek on my wrist
Oh no, don't do it, don't trip Baby, just hop in the whip
So we can dip, dip, dip
Away from this club, I'll show her what's up
Not talkin' Publix, but I got the subs, turn this shit up
We up in the cut, just like it's peroxide
Why in the fuck did you say you are ballin'? Boy, you're offsides
I can make a couple bankrolls look cheap
Trackhawk, I'm just on the road in a Jeep
Bad bitch, fat ass, hair on fleek
Can't forget about my brothers, I'ma make sure that they eat
Come around here tryna think shit sweet
NBA, baby, I been ballin' all week
96 Buick with the peanut butter seats
Get behind the wheel and I'm pickin' up the speed like woah
I can't even get a ticket, police really got me trippin
Talkin' to her while I hit it We been rich for a minute
Magazine came extended, Blow it, we gon' let it hit em
This ain't no dojo baby I can't kick it cause me and Migi really up on a mission
(Hello?, Mm-hmm)
This ain't no dojo baby I can't kick it cause me and PB50 up on a mission
(Yeah, yeah, on my wrist)
This ain't no dojo baby I can't kick it cause me and Migi really up on a mission
(Mission)
(Oh, oh, yeah, yeah)
(Mm-hmm)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)