Missile

(Huh, huh, huh)

Tryna tote a gun, can't even hold a (yeah)

Tryna tote a gun, can't even hold a (fuck)

(Huh, huh, huh, huh)

Totin guns, Brodie can't even hold no pistol

The way my chopper blow, you'd think it was a missile

I Told her she too short, she still tryna blow my whistle

I done left that bitch, I don't need no dismissal

Fuckin on her friend, (yeah) that shit some payback

Imma be 19, (yeah) up in a maybach

Pave my own path, no I don't need a way back

And yo bitch hella flat, (yeah) she got a straight back

Ricks up on my feet, said I don't need no dresser

Hit em with the stick, but it ain't got a suppressor

I done taught her things, she can call me professor

Got all these eyes on me, but I still don't feel no pressure

I been down, is you with it or nah?

Let's do it with a rubber, or you tryna hit it raw?

Get this trap jumpin, yeah jumpin just like ja

And you doin what I say, yeah you follow just like law

Totin guns, Brodie can't even hold no pistol

The way my chopper blow, you'd think it was a missile

I Told her she too short, she still tryna blow my whistle

I done left that bitch, I don't need no dismissal

Bitch I'm in New York, said where the fuck you at?

I'm Self made winner, can't find me on no map

And The way I'm pouring up, just like I'm in a frat

Bitch call me a lesbian, the way I got my strap

Do everything for me, no need for explaining

Been saying I'm the shit, that's the only thing I'm claiming

Your mans a fuckin lame, then why the fuck you staying?

You can paint a pretty picture, but it's still just a painting

Faces in my pocket, yeah I only like em blue

Bitch we going crazy, should be locked up in a zoo

Could never be like me, can't fit up In my shoes

And All I get is money, stick to me like some glue