We miss you Lyrics

Newark I'm from the slums

You lucky to see 21

He think he tough

Cause he got him a blick

You still a bitch with a gun

Gas prices keep going up

So that why we tax for the Za

I had to pray five times a day

I said alhumdullilah

I can not cuff me no bop

Bitches is eaters

Greedy all of em devious

I know they want me to drop

I had to stop

Mother just died

I was grieving

Catch me back outside

I'm with the hooligans

Goblins demons heathens

All these months

I been gone I been working

Plotting scamming scheming

You on the sidewalk

Not in the streets

Bro catch bodies

I body beats

ATL with a Houston freak

Hit it to the hit it to the

hit it to the beat

All my friends are dead deceased

Own my whips for real no lease

You the type to dick ride just to get on

You better than me

Damn that must be jelly

I know jam just don't jiggle like that

Tell 'em it's free haddie till he free

Man I miss my guys

Funnel cake oreo bussin fried

Eyes real low konicaiwh

City a war zone not online

Da duh da doom gra ta ta

Don't want pun pun I want top

And my hair long

Sideshow bob I get bread

Whole wheat and rye

She with me but

She ain't mine

Don't love me

Just fuck me good

Don't love me

Just fuck me good

Dont love me

Just fuck me good

Don't love me just

Woah wait

Walk in the spot

And it's up and it's stuck

I give out charity

Don't give a fuck

Please do not play with me

Not one of them

There go Katanna

He snapping again

Glock not rock

I'm not wrestling him

200 dollars I make a dm

Niggas don't even be having no motion

always talking bout let's tap in

What the fuck

Is you gon bring to the table

How you get everything

Except this paper

RayK do everything

You get from labels

Instagram Reels Only thing that I'm saving

Im all in her mouth like hookah

Im up early morning with roosters

Right now its designer but member

Them days I used to go cop

From them boosters

If you a real nigga salute ya

I trap out Atlanta like future

My mother once said

You got make a way or

You got make excuses

So im on that paper like Ink

Im nuttin all over her minks

I gotta lot of fuck to give

None about how you think

Pull up swerving fuck a sprinter

Tinted windows out the rental

What I look like chasing women

I dont even chase my liquor

Im too busing for this za

So please dont blow my high

Them shots got blow your mind

And we gon spin your block

Hoes like Ray we miss you

Gang like Ray we miss you

That ass too fat

Can I hit it from the back

That thing go clap it jiggle

Rock Rock Rock Rock

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