"Not Gon Miss Again" lyrics
2-1
(Wow, this is great, J.R.)
When you start doin' skits
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, when you first start doin' skits nigga, I was killin' shit
Bounce out, try to do the most, you gotta feel the skit (Yeah)
Yeah, bro don't like bendin' blocks with me 'cause I get ignorant
If he somebody that I want, I ain't missin' him
We ain't gon' miss again
That R.I.P. should've been by your name, you lucky bitch
The day we come through and don't hit shit, we gon' come again
Ayy, niggas know who I'm comin' with
Outstanding member shit, baby
If the bitch got a bag, tell the bitch pay me (Yeah)
Startin' to love this rapper life, I switch whips daily
Just caught a opp lackin' with a ho
Fuck it, let me bounce out and do my shit, baby
Get your position on your fifth payment
Jumped out on him on that block and left that bitch stankin', yeah
I love my loc like he my blood, but we been spankin' on them Crips lately
G member, I choose violence over Bible scriptures
Don't need no Google, I'm gon' hop in low to find these niggas
For surely gon' slide on you if I hear you slide with niggas, yeah
Love him to death, it hurt my soul I gotta slime the nigga (Gotta slime the nigga)
Yeah, don't do no playin' on that skit, nigga, walk up
Not SukkaK, knock it off until you off one (Yeah)
Nigga, bend that block right now, get it chalked up
We just backdoored the nigga, blood, what's wrong with us?
Droppin' bodies like it's nothin', ain't no soul in us
Can't take my mama out to eat unless it's poles with us
I'm in it waist-deep, shoot a nigga in his face, now he can't see
Throat shot, shut his body down, now he can't breathe
I'm where the snakes be, it's the snake team
Bullet hit his body, but I could've sworn I fazed him
Knew he never took a life in his life, so I ain't take him
Sendin' niggas to the Father, God save me, 2-1
Ayy, when you first start doin' skits nigga, I was killin' shit
Bounce out, try to do the most, you gotta feel the skit (Yeah)
Yeah, bro don't like bendin' blocks with me 'cause I get ignorant
If he somebody that I want, I ain't missin' him
We ain't gon' miss again
That R.I.P. should've been by your name, you lucky bitch
The day we come through and don't hit shit, we gon' come again
Ayy, niggas know who I'm comin' with
(Wow, this is great, J.R.)
When you start doin' skits
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, when you first start doin' skits nigga, I was killin' shit
Bounce out, try to do the most, you gotta feel the skit (Yeah)
Yeah, bro don't like bendin' blocks with me 'cause I get ignorant
If he somebody that I want, I ain't missin' him
We ain't gon' miss again
That R.I.P. should've been by your name, you lucky bitch
The day we come through and don't hit shit, we gon' come again
Ayy, niggas know who I'm comin' with
Outstanding member shit, baby
If the bitch got a bag, tell the bitch pay me (Yeah)
Startin' to love this rapper life, I switch whips daily
Just caught a opp lackin' with a ho
Fuck it, let me bounce out and do my shit, baby
Get your position on your fifth payment
Jumped out on him on that block and left that bitch stankin', yeah
I love my loc like he my blood, but we been spankin' on them Crips lately
G member, I choose violence over Bible scriptures
Don't need no Google, I'm gon' hop in low to find these niggas
For surely gon' slide on you if I hear you slide with niggas, yeah
Love him to death, it hurt my soul I gotta slime the nigga (Gotta slime the nigga)
Yeah, don't do no playin' on that skit, nigga, walk up
Not SukkaK, knock it off until you off one (Yeah)
Nigga, bend that block right now, get it chalked up
We just backdoored the nigga, blood, what's wrong with us?
Droppin' bodies like it's nothin', ain't no soul in us
Can't take my mama out to eat unless it's poles with us
I'm in it waist-deep, shoot a nigga in his face, now he can't see
Throat shot, shut his body down, now he can't breathe
I'm where the snakes be, it's the snake team
Bullet hit his body, but I could've sworn I fazed him
Knew he never took a life in his life, so I ain't take him
Sendin' niggas to the Father, God save me, 2-1
Ayy, when you first start doin' skits nigga, I was killin' shit
Bounce out, try to do the most, you gotta feel the skit (Yeah)
Yeah, bro don't like bendin' blocks with me 'cause I get ignorant
If he somebody that I want, I ain't missin' him
We ain't gon' miss again
That R.I.P. should've been by your name, you lucky bitch
The day we come through and don't hit shit, we gon' come again
Ayy, niggas know who I'm comin' with
Writer(s): Jose Torres, Jaymani Gorman, Diego Gonzales, Edward Dew
