Mission Control

[Chorus: GucciAK47s]
I'm fly like angels I got palm trees round my home
Missiles all thru my crib look like the Iron Dome
I left that bitch broken hearted she want me leave her alone
Round of applause when I got em whacked, mission control
Throw the bullet he gon catch it like he in the pro bowl
Too many diamonds on my neck it's time to go gold
Diamond plaques up in my crib opps chasing my old goals
Opps can't get stylists they just buy my old clothes
Went after 1 hat and left with 2 like a bogo

[Verse 1: GucciAK47s]
We do not beef with yo set little boy u a bozo
Been walking through rain hoping for change like a hobo
I been hooping all day, Curry range from the logo
Pain in my soul see it in my ojos
I’m gon be dead by tomorrow, yeah they said it
Vvs diamonds flood you in baguettes
Fly out to Paris just for some baguettes
Diamonds moving like Serena, the necklace tennis
Feel like Carti in this bitch, I got good credit
Fuck a black card got expensive taste still might use my debit
I could splurge out on a hoe, wake up forget it
Too much Wockhardt in my cup somebody call me a medic
I’m in the cut with JJ shooting a fadeaway like Redick
Who the fuck is Chris, my 2nd son, forever indebted
Said what he said I pull up anywhere like bet it
No Ariana I want it I get it
Yo main bitch a slut I’d be damned if you wed it
Diamonds dancing head to toe I never needed no edit
Fly like an angel I got the world in my palms with a beretta

[Chorus: GucciAK47s]
I'm fly like angels I got palm trees round my home
Missiles all thru my crib look like the Iron Dome
I left that bitch broken hearted she want me leave her alone
Round of applause when I got em whacked, mission control
Throw the bullet he gon catch it like he in the pro bowl
Too many diamonds on my neck it's time to go gold
Diamond plaques up in my crib opps chasing my old goals
Opps can't get stylists they just buy my old clothes
Went after 1 hat and left with 2 like a bogo

[Verse 2: KTB Droy]
You can't bring everyone to the top that's why I chose the loyalest (On Blood)
We bleed in red and die together like the loyalists
You tryna wife her but that's just the bitch I'm toying with
Like we the camera crew, me or them just take yo pick
Her pussy trash so I ain't hit, but imma moisten it
I'm living life like Donald Trump and I'm enjoying it
Like he said yes on attendance we checked em off the list
Yesterday it was AP now its a different kit
She picked them n***as over me, my baby got me sick
We caught 1 we on a roll now its a different skit (Jumpout)
In Miami Monday to Sunday with a different bitch (Free Milly)
Them n***as can't leave they state but I'm a different rich

[Chorus: GucciAK47s]
I'm fly like angels I got palm trees round my home
Missiles all thru my crib look like the Iron Dome
I left that bitch broken hearted she want me leave her alone
Round of applause when I got em whacked, mission control
Throw the bullet he gon catch it like he in the pro bowl
Too many diamonds on my neck it's time to go gold
Diamond plaques up in my crib opps chasing my old goals
Opps can't get stylists they just buy my old clothes
Went after 1 hat and left with 2 like a bogo

[Outro: GucciAK47s]
(Iron Dome, shoot 'em down)