"Miz Me" lyrics
Them RBL niggas
Back, straight from the 415 area
B-A to the Y, niggas
You will never catch us slippin'
I keep the pump in the backseat
Ya nigga Black C, gettin' gone in the backstreets
They ask me "Where you been?"
I been in the 64 all day gone off that Hen
I spin the 6 around the corner
Now we on a another mission
There is no competition when we dishing
Them 9 double M bullets
Watch me pull it, the triggers back and all niggas lay flat
The B-L-A-cock to the C
And all you bitch ass niggas better miss me
But kiss me, right on my black ass
Cause you and your broke ass crew is like low class
I bet you bite more than a chip, fuckin with this click
It's still that type of shit you can't fuck with
Realize, that we despise all guys
Who try to come, they can't, they gone, goodbye
Cause they don't really know how to do this
Make a hit and check without using other rappers to sell some units
You gets no props, you need to close that shop
You gon fuck around tomorrow and flip flop
While we get our serve on, nigga, you don't hear me though
Two niggas from the Bay who be comin' with them ill flows
Frisco, 415 let me mention
A to the R to the D for real, so niggas miss me
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
Back on the scene, crispy and clean
Not giving a fuck I got M1, and Mr. Cee with that Glock 17
It's straight gangsta shit and word to my muthafuckin click
Cause they know our shit hit
It was made for the ghetto, fuck heavy metal
You grabbin' on my nuts and won't let go
I bet though if a nigga won't do busting
A lot of muthafuckas wouldn't trust Chris
So fuck this, a nigga gotta start to get his blast on
Leaving dead bodies get my dash on
And flash on any muthafucka tryna stress
You better miss me with that BS, fool
I don't understand, I don't understand
I don't understand why niggas still tryna be the fuckin man, goddamn
Can't you finally get the lesson?
That niggas don't go platinum on fresh cuts and tight dressing
I got a confession to make
Everybody's rapping when they need to like wait
Ain't no hope, they cannot cope
Some of you niggas really need to stay on your set and try to slang dope
Tryna find a way out the game
You know my name, the way you suck dick, it's a shame
So don't never try to diss me
And with that playa hata shit nigga, you better miss me
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
Aw shit, could this be another fuckin hit
From that Mr. Cee nigga and that nigga Black Fris, so don't trip
Cause we been known to give you just what you need
From RBL to that young nigga H-I-T
And N.O.H. with them illy act right way styles
Mo the Hustla and Mally Mal from the Cali Cal
And Baby Drank plus that young nigga TOE
So take that bullshit you selling, mark, and miss me
Now 9 times out of 10
You will catch us niggas if we gone off that Hen
When niggas getting exposed till this nigga come again
Cause that's the way it goes in the Sco
Just to let you niggas know, you niggas better miss me
Fools
Back, straight from the 415 area
B-A to the Y, niggas
You will never catch us slippin'
I keep the pump in the backseat
Ya nigga Black C, gettin' gone in the backstreets
They ask me "Where you been?"
I been in the 64 all day gone off that Hen
I spin the 6 around the corner
Now we on a another mission
There is no competition when we dishing
Them 9 double M bullets
Watch me pull it, the triggers back and all niggas lay flat
The B-L-A-cock to the C
And all you bitch ass niggas better miss me
But kiss me, right on my black ass
Cause you and your broke ass crew is like low class
I bet you bite more than a chip, fuckin with this click
It's still that type of shit you can't fuck with
Realize, that we despise all guys
Who try to come, they can't, they gone, goodbye
Cause they don't really know how to do this
Make a hit and check without using other rappers to sell some units
You gets no props, you need to close that shop
You gon fuck around tomorrow and flip flop
While we get our serve on, nigga, you don't hear me though
Two niggas from the Bay who be comin' with them ill flows
Frisco, 415 let me mention
A to the R to the D for real, so niggas miss me
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
Back on the scene, crispy and clean
Not giving a fuck I got M1, and Mr. Cee with that Glock 17
It's straight gangsta shit and word to my muthafuckin click
Cause they know our shit hit
It was made for the ghetto, fuck heavy metal
You grabbin' on my nuts and won't let go
I bet though if a nigga won't do busting
A lot of muthafuckas wouldn't trust Chris
So fuck this, a nigga gotta start to get his blast on
Leaving dead bodies get my dash on
And flash on any muthafucka tryna stress
You better miss me with that BS, fool
I don't understand, I don't understand
I don't understand why niggas still tryna be the fuckin man, goddamn
Can't you finally get the lesson?
That niggas don't go platinum on fresh cuts and tight dressing
I got a confession to make
Everybody's rapping when they need to like wait
Ain't no hope, they cannot cope
Some of you niggas really need to stay on your set and try to slang dope
Tryna find a way out the game
You know my name, the way you suck dick, it's a shame
So don't never try to diss me
And with that playa hata shit nigga, you better miss me
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
You niggas better miss me
Miss me with that BS you stress
Aw shit, could this be another fuckin hit
From that Mr. Cee nigga and that nigga Black Fris, so don't trip
Cause we been known to give you just what you need
From RBL to that young nigga H-I-T
And N.O.H. with them illy act right way styles
Mo the Hustla and Mally Mal from the Cali Cal
And Baby Drank plus that young nigga TOE
So take that bullshit you selling, mark, and miss me
Now 9 times out of 10
You will catch us niggas if we gone off that Hen
When niggas getting exposed till this nigga come again
Cause that's the way it goes in the Sco
Just to let you niggas know, you niggas better miss me
Fools
Writer(s): Christian Mathews
