Letra Don't miss Rylo Rodriguez

Don't miss

(Nile, I hear you)
(Damn, Kai, you goin' krazy)
G way

G way, I like to flex with [?]
If we run out of gas, go electric mode
[?]
No trouble with hits, they remixed the bowl
Tryna nut on her face, I won't miss your nose
She want [?] I ain't kissing a ho
Whole team balling, we gon' just pick and roll
And we carrying the guns and I missed the show
Fuck these [?] we stand on
Your brother look bad, put your mans on
A wide body, she got a tan on
Fuck the boots, I slid with my pans on
What the hell I look like doing a diss song?
I'm tryna make it, don't miss 'em
(Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
I'm tryna make it, don't miss '?m

Said trapping is dead, bring bags to the funeral
I don't ?ven [?] don't care 'bout no rumors
[?] as long as you shooting
I just want the bread, you can keep the communion
I'm with [?] in the 'Vette [?]
My hood on my [?]
I watched some niggas go to jail and they turning snakes
[?] you tell me which way
I got some homies in jail
We sharpen our knives, that turn to a blick
I'm going up elevators, jumped off and went to the stairs, I thought about Meech
A lot of these niggas, they hoes and bitches, so we on they wigs like [?]
[?] hot Cheetoh, granny used to beat my ass [?]
Your nigga rat and I don't need to talk about it
That boy got caught and agreed to talk about it
Pistol, no, I cannot leave the house without it
[?] my shirt and my jeans is Off-White
I got some [?]
If you need it to be cleaned, do your chores
I watched niggas go marry the game
They threw they controllers when they got divorced

Bought a Cartier ring, I can't get divorced
Fell in love with Dior, would've thought I'm endorsed
All that dirty money, I'm not tryna do chores
Shop when I land, show the mall no remorse
Fly guy with bands, I could fuck any whore
Get sloppy top then don't want her no more
Fuck all the opps, let's go take 'em to war
Running with sticks, that bitch came with a sword
The game feeling strange, lames in it for fame
They going insane for a lil' piece of change
I got that bitch brain but didn't get her name
I kicked that bitch out, you made her your main
I figured it out, we just not the same
Used to be broke, look what I became
I could buy a car with each of my chains
Icy lil' nigga, gotta keep my flame
Bustdown Thotiana, no, I don't do plain
Picture perfect, I ain't even need a frame
When I was broke, I was the only nigga I could blame
Now I'm balling hard throwings [?] in the paint
All these blue hundred make a broke ho faint
Pull up back-to-back coupe, me and gang switching lanes
Put the law on a chase, so much guns to explain
Get an opp out the way, all my shooters got aim

G way, I like to flex with [?]
If we run out of gas, go electric mode
[?]
No trouble with hits, they remixed the bowl
Tryna nut on her face, I won't miss your nose
She want [?] I ain't kissing a ho
Whole team [?] gon' pick and roll
And we carrying the guns and I missed the show
Fuck these [?] we stand on
Your brother look bad, put your mans on
A wide body, she got a tan on
Fuck the boots, I slid with my pans on
What the hell I look like doing a diss song?
I'm tryna make it, don't miss 'em
(Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
I'm tryna make it, don't miss 'em