Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On a Mission , by - Molly Brazy. Release date: 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! |