Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Missiles, artist - Lil Gnar. Date of issue: 11.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Missiles |
| I’m a real rockstar, came from the trenches |
| Now I got bitches on bitches on bitches (Yeah, yeah) |
| Throw him the cutter, my young nigga hit you |
| He just gon' get your ass for a lil' fifty (Yeah) |
| Ballin' out just like I’m Madden |
| Excuse my bad language, I think I’m the shit (Yeah, for real) |
| Take a PJ out to Cali to grab some biscotti, it’s smelling like piss |
| Doubled up (Dope), I’m pouring my stress in this double cup |
| Remember I ran my first hundred up (Hundred up) |
| My Draco got titties, a honey bun (Honey bun) |
| Shoot in the crowd, you ain’t takin' my chain |
| Your ass finna crash out, you swerve in my lane (No kizzy) |
| Only do Guapanese, speaking that language (Cash) |
| My young niggas Brims, they twistin' they fingers |
| I swerve in the Double R, keep me a banger (Yeah) |
| Couple snow bunnies, they stay in Topanga |
| Brushin' my WAP with some toothpaste (Toothpaste) |
| VVS on my gums, ain’t no tooth fake (Tooth fake) |
| R.I.P. |
| Nip, need a blue Wraith (R.I.P.) |
| These diamonds HD like a Blu-Ray (HD) |
| She eat out the kid like a buffet (Yeah) |
| I been raw as fuck, you just too late, yeah (Yeah, yeah) |
| Slurp it up, bitch, make it messy (Hell yeah) |
| When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (Hell yeah, skrrt) |
| Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell yeah, for real) |
| I’m smoking that Za to the chest (Hell yeah, dig) |
| Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up) |
| Walk with the Glock, I don’t tussle (Walk with the fuckin' Glock) |
| Niggas talk shit, it ain’t nothing |
| Three hundred all cash how I’m coming (Hell yeah) |
| Your bitch blew me like a whistle (Whew) |
| I keep me two pistols, I feel just like Texas Ranger (Bah) |
| Know that I keep me some missiles (Gang) |
| Won’t be hard to hit you, lil' bitch, I ain’t gotta aim (Yeah, okay) |
| Know that I drip in Versace, Armani my body (Yeah) |
| Lil' bitch, it ain’t got a stain (Yeah, woo) |
| I count hundreds and fifties, I take your lil' |
| to Johnny and buy me a new chain |
| Every day is a movie, I keep me some clips, lil' nigga, I shoot 'em like |
| Blu-Ray (Yeah) |
| My lil' baby flyin' like she up in the skies, she up like a blue jay (Yeah, |
| yeah) |
| Just bought an AP and deep dished that bitch with a red face (Yeah, yeah) |
| Heard niggas in the streets talking, I ain’t worried 'bout what the dead say |
| Slurp it up, bitch, make it messy (Hell yeah) |
| When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (Hell yeah, skrrt) |
| Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell yeah, for real) |
| I’m smoking that Za to the chest (Hell yeah, dig) |
| Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up) |
| Walk with the Glock, I don’t tussle (Walk with the fuckin' Glock) |
| Niggas talk shit, it ain’t nothing |
| Three hundred all cash how I’m coming (Hell yeah, yeah) |
| Slurp it up, bitch, make it messy (Hell yeah) |
| When I pull up, you hear the 'Vette (Hell yeah, skrrt) |
| Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell yeah, for real) |
| I’m smoking that Za to the chest (Hell yeah, dig) |
| Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up) |
| Walk with the Glock, I don’t tussle (Walk with the fuckin' Glock) |
| Niggas talk shit, it ain’t nothing |
| Three hundred all cash how I’m coming (Hell yeah) |