42 Dugg, Rylo Rodriguez - Still Miss My Niggas

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Pandemic almost over
Whatchau say
Bring that shit back out
Will used to be a killer
But you done changed
Wrote a statement on your nigga
This shit be crazy
He ain’t goin for a thing
I used to praise him
(I used to look up to that nigga)
I still miss my niggas
V-Live favorite I’ll trip in this bitch
I ain’t goin in unless the pole come too
Bust down richard
I bought my hoe one too
You ain’t gotta ask nigga
Know I’m shootin on reese
On rob on neff on scooter
I ain’t lettin shit slide
Mr. I’ll still walk shit down
Fanta is looking dirty
Thirty-six for a pound
Not cookie
All the drug dealers wanna book me
Patek gets you killed I ain’t payin for no pussy
And I’m kinda schooled don’t shit
Beat the triple
Ask about me youngin doggy
Always on a mission
Always first to shoot with that 30.
Act different
If he ain’t dead
Guarantee that nigga crippled
My bad you still on the phone
Yeah with Drekk fine ass
Last time tryna love
Shit I hope it work
Still holdin for my youngin
Really fighting murders
First time on a hit
I was kinda nervous
You ain’t into suckin dick
You don’t need my number
All about the money
All about the bag
Tracks kinda cool
But I still fuck with cats
Spin a block on em
Throw them bitches in his neck
Can’t forget about me
Bitches know I’m still the catch
Million dollars in cash
You will get stretched
I still miss my niggas
V-Live favorite I’ll trip in this bitch
I ain’t goin in unless the pole comes too
Bust down richard
I bought my hoe one too
You ain’t gotta ask nigga
Know I’m shootin on reese
On rob on neff on scooter
I ain’t lettin shit slide
Mr. I’ll still walk shit down
Fanta is looking dirty
Thirty-six for a pound
Not cookie
You know I fuck with James Harden
But I’ll never leave the rocket
Before I let her waste my time
I put on all my watches
Thousand dollar jeans
My mama told me son that’s outta pocket
Literally holdin 30 pairs of amiri jeans
Remember doin shows for a rack
I drove four hours for that
My folks shared a hotel with the gang
I brought like four hundred back
Riding around with pistols in our lap
We ain’t running no track
Ya’ll niggas cap
Ion got no boss
But I took off my hat
I was 20 years old when I stole my mama card
We was at TjMax
Now its foreigners in the driveway
Which one ima drive today
Tell her I got manners
Which one of your niggas wanna die today
Dumpin back out the window
Have them dancin like sada baby
Little brother watch for a body
Unless he bang case you askin
Swear the racks on the q-link
Not African-American
Put up chain blood
And we wave faster
Feelin like a x-slave master
I still miss my niggas
V-Live favorite I’ll trip in this bitch
I ain’t goin in unless the pole comes too
Bust down richard
I bought my hoe one too
You ain’t gotta ask nigga
Know I’m shootin on reese
On rob on neff on scooter
I ain’t lettin shit slide
Mr. I’ll still walk shit down
Fanta is looking dirty
Thirty-six for a pound
Not cookie
All the drug dealers wanna book me
Still movin talkin bout no cookies
All the drug dealers wanna book me
All the drug dealers wanna book me