CANT MISS

[Intro]

[Hook]
Boy you tryna cop the pack, but you gone have to cop the zip
I got real right bloods, yeah, they aiming in this bitch
Pop out with that Glock and I got that FN
Bitch I'm counting up this guap, yeah, I got a big stick
You ain't sipping on that Tec boy, that shit remixed
Heard you broke, that's a shame, tell that boy "get a grip"
I been running up that sack, yeah, I got a lot of chips
I'mma hop out with that nine, best believe I can't miss

[Verse]
Why this hoe tryna fuck? Told her get up out my mind
Bitch I'm running to this guap, yeah that bag on my mind
Bitch I'm smoking on this pack, yeah that shit sounding fine
Pour that Act in my cup, I tell brodie get the spray
I been counting up these bands, counting up all night
Serving packs in yo' hood, I just need my bands right
Got that pole, with a beam, and yo' head in my sight
Say you tryna cop the pack, pass the bread, on the site

[Hook]
Boy you tryna cop the pack, you gone have to cop the zip
I got real right bloods, yeah, they aiming in this bitch
Pop out with that Glock and I got the FN
Bitch I'm counting up this guap and I got a big stick
You ain't sipping on no Tec boy, that shit remixed
Heard you broke, that's a shame, tell that boy "get a grip"
I been running up that sack, yeah, I got a lot of chips
I'mma hop out with that nine, best believe I can't miss