Miss It

[Intro]
Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime
Woah, woah

[Chorus]
Okay, I did it again
Okay, I fucked on her friend
Diamonds gon' jump out the limb (Okay)
Diamonds gon' jump out the wrist, yeah
I just put Rick on my bitches, okay
I just put Rick on my vision
I split the racks up just like division
You wanna play with this shit, 'kay, you missin' (Woah)
I might just hit her up, tell her, "I miss it"
I might just text her and tell her, "I miss her"
Yeah, no kizzard
Okay, let's go

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, we just uppin' the score, yeah
I put that boy on the floor, yeah
I just keep fuckin' his ho, yeahhh
Okay, these niggas so lame
I just pulled up in that plane (Skrrt)
Hop out, I'm choppin' the brain
Okay, she givin' me brain
Push up, you know you not leaving the same
Okay, we know you not livin’ thе same
Pull out the racks out my Helmut Lang (Woah)
Rocking balеnci' in back of the Range
I just been smoking on dope and just sippin' on drank, tell this bitch I don't wanna play
I just get so high, I fly away
All of your friends just got something to say (Yeah)
Okay, I'm over it
I told that bitch that I’m over it
I'm just like, “'Kay, bae, we over with” ('Kay, bae)
Ten racks all in the Rick
Yeah, okay, don’t get split, yeah
We turn that boy to a pic, yeah
We put that boy in a ditch

[Bridge]
I just gotta play it cool
You just gotta play cool
You just gotta play it cool
I just gotta play cool, yeah
We just chopped the Lamb' coupe (Skrrt)
Okay, bitch, you gotta move (Move)
You gotta tell me what you really do
'Cause we don't know nothing about it

[Chorus]
Okay, I did it again
Okay, I fucked on her friend
Diamonds gon' jump out the limb (Okay)
Diamonds gon' jump out the wrist, yeah
I just put Rick on my bitches, okay
I just put Rick on my vision
I split the racks up just like division
You wanna play with this shit, 'kay, you missin'
I might just hit her up, tell her, "I miss it"
Okay, I did it again (Yeah)
Okay, I fucked on her friend (Fuck it up)
Diamonds gon' jump out the limb (Okay)
Diamonds gon' jump out the wrist, yeah
I just put Rick on my bitches, okay (Woo)
I just put Rick on my vision (Woo)
I split the racks up just like division (Yeah, yeah)
You wanna play with this shit, 'kay, you missin'
I might just hit her up, tell her, "I miss it"
Yeah, no kizzard
Okay, let's go

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, we just uppin' the score, yeah
I put that boy on the floor, yeah
I just keep fuckin' his ho, yeah
Okay, these niggas so lame (Yeah)
I just pulled up in that plane (Skrrt)
Hop out, I'm choppin' the brain
Okay, she givin' me brain
Push up, you know you not leaving the same
Okay, we know you not livin’ the same
Pull out the racks out my Helmut Lang (Woah)
Okay, I'm over it (Woah)
I told that bitch that I’m over it (Over it)
I'm just like, “'Kay, bae, we over with” ('Kay, bae, 'kay, bae)

[Outro]
Okay, woah
Okay (Ooh)
Woah