Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On a Mission, artist - Molly Brazy.
Date of issue: 25.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On a Mission |
Aye, ridin' with my bitches |
And we ride on fours hundred killas on a mission |
Pop you like some chicken any bitch can get this issue |
Youngest bitches flexin', shoot your sister up she was steady sneak dissin' |
Aye, ridin' with my bitches |
And we ride on fours hundred killas on a mission |
Pop you like some chicken any bitch can get this issue |
Youngest bitches flexin', shoot your sister up she was steady sneak dissin' |
Ten thousand pills on a nigga and I’m swiping shit |
Selling these jars like it’s Maybeline |
Play with your kids, don’t play with me |
Lost my brother to the chain gang like it’s slavery |
Catching shells to the chest acting bravery |
All killers on the rise, thanks to the agency |
Your mans got dropped, yeah on social media |
Steady wanna beef with us, man y’all know who did it |
Shut up stupid slut, you heard that money counting |
Broke bitch probably never seen a hundred thousand |
Word around town I got knocked out |
Bitch knock it off I was counting money, noddin' off |
Aye, all them motherfucking rumors |
Aye, man, y’all niggas ain’t no shooters |
All that tough talk nigga put it right to bed |
Last nigga dissed Lonnie that nigga dead |
Yeah, bitch I’m the shit I ain’t takin' no loss |
Who the fuck you think you talkin' to? |
Bow down to a boss |
You know who got the sauce |
Shoot you in your shit ever get caught |
Settin' plays back to back, don’t try to run you gettin' mossed |
Hundred racks, bustin' rappers like a set up bitch |
I ain’t sick I just keep me a cup of that activist |
My niggas at your mommas house, you ain’t gotta slip |
Spoil myself with foreign shit 'cuz I know how I get |
You don’t wanna take it there bitch 'cuz I don’t play fair |
Stay in your lane we ain’t the same stay your ass over there |
'Cuz if you come around I’mma show you how that chopper sound |
Slide down on your side of town, leave your body on the ground |
First off, fuck you and the clique you claim |
Aye, man you bitches so lame |
Tell me what I took, bitch you never had fame |
Walk in, make it rain, yeah bitch you know the name |
Aye, any bitch sneak dissing I’mma do a whole clip |
Young and reckless, keep some clips with me |
Got my grip, homie I be shitting on ‘em |
Bitch you steady wanna beef with me |
When all you got is a air mattress |
Broke hoes, y’all so average |
Foreign car, living lavish |
But I’m still savage getting money like it’s cabbage |
Smoking Backwoods |
I go Hollywood, treat me like I’m Hollyhood |
She don’t want no problems |
Cuban Doll wish a bitch would |
Keep like three poles for a opp hoe |
Shoot that nigga while he looking out the peephole |
Broke hoes, yeah we peep those |
Aye, come and get this bitch she a freak hoe |
Nigga groupie though |
With my Haitians woes |
Money, power, techs and guns |
Rugers fun, shoot a niggas block and watch you goofies run |
Aye, gang in this bitch, known for taking shit |
Free my brother, niggas snitches, caught ‘em ratting like a bitch |
Aye, ridin' with my bitches |
And we ride on fours hundred killas on a mission |
Pop you like some chicken any bitch can get this issue |
Got these bitches flexin', shoot your sister up she was steady sneak dissin' |
Aye, ridin' with my bitches |
And we ride on fours hundred killas on a mission |
Pop you like some chicken any bitch can get this issue |
Got these bitches flexin', shoot your sister up she was steady sneak dissin' |
Opp bitch! |