"Miss Me Wit' The B.S." lyrics

"Miss Me Wit' The B.S."
(feat. Young Mezzy)

(The Mekanix)

Robbin' and jackin', niggas be playin' both sides
I can't trust you if you can't look me in my eyes
Big banger on me, the element of surprise
Niggas do a lot of talkin' but they ain't ready to slide
This the Livewire mob, we rich and that's on God
Niggas hatin' on the kid, but I love it so keep trying
I'ma keep flying, let you pussies keep dying
Airplane J, I'm in another city all the time
I tell 'em miss me with the bullshit
I fuck around and send my chauffeur to pick up your bitch
I done seen a lot of murders but I'm stitched lipped
I done seen a lot of murders but I'm stitched lipped
Huh, I tell 'em miss me with the bullshit
I fuck around and send my chauffeur to pick up your bitch
I done seen a lot of murders but I'm stitched lipped
I done seen a lot of murders but I'm stitched lipped

Nigga, I ain't with the bullshit (Nah, nah, nah)
So miss me with the bullshit
Everywhere I go, I keep a full clip
'Cause niggas be on that bullshit
Bitches on my top, bitches on my top
Suckers on the block, know I got a Glock
Bending caps, big coats, and all that
I'm beating niggas down with a baseball bat

I'm havin' revenues, I'm gettin' paid, fool
Lil' snipeless motherfucker with an attitude
Selling rocks on the block, I should've stayed in school
But I was chillin' on the corner with a big-ass tool
Knocking temptations, nigga, mellow mood
Got traffic 'round the corner from the dog food
My mama don't want me to [?] but this the life I choose
Get caught slippin', they gon' put your ass on the news
I'm in the cypher's parking lot, I'm rocking all of my jewels
Got these bitches with us, they just wanna see how we do
We ain't bullshitting, we got guns on us
Nigga pocket full of money, we got funds on us
In God I trust and in this pack I push
'Cause DMX told me show it, couldn't eat no boogs
I'm sayin' God I trust and in this pack I push
'Cause DMX told me show it, couldn't eat no boogs

Nigga, I ain't with the bullshit (Nah, nah, nah)
So miss me with the bullshit
Everywhere I go, I keep a full clip
'Cause niggas be on that bullshit
Bitches on my top, bitches on my top
Suckers on the block, know I got a Glock
Bending caps, big coats, and all that
I'm beating niggas down with a baseball bat

I ain't with the chit chat, nigga, watch your mouth
'Fore I knock your ass out and catch a flight to the South
Kept a chopper under my couch where I lay my head
Some of my closest niggas dead so the trust is gone
I be on my murder shit waitin' outside your home
Black gloves and the beanie, peacoat and the ski mask
[?] nigga, got the game from Big Jazz
I don't do the talking, I just squeeze and blast
If you out here snitchin', they gon' kill your ass
Money in the trash bag represent the dope game
I don't fuck with these suckers 'cause they all lame
I just bought a beamer and put that bitch in my mama name
Nigga, you ain't never sold cocaine
You ain't never took no weed on no airplane
Nigga, you ain't never sold no cocaine
And you ain't never took no weed on no airplane

Nigga, I ain't with the bullshit (Nah, nah, nah)
So miss me with the bullshit
Everywhere I go, I keep a full clip
'Cause niggas be on that bullshit
Bitches on my top, bitches on my top
Suckers on the block, know I got a Glock
Bending caps, big coats, and all that
I'm beating niggas down with a baseball bat

(The Mekanix)


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