[Intro]
(Drum Dummie)
(CashMoneyAP)
Alright, I got somethin' right here
(DJ Swift on the track)
You got me up here, for real
(Felipe S)
[Chorus]
It's so hard (Hard), to say goodbye (Oh)
They gained an angel, a lost soul in the sky (Soul in the sky)
It's gon' be hard, we gon' miss you (Oh, oh)
Tell me why that bullet didn't miss you (Oh, oh)
I'ma kill that nigga, that's what friends do (Oh, oh)
Now who the fuck I'm gonna vent to? (Oh)
It's gon' be hard, we gon' miss you (Oh)
Tell me why that bullet didn't miss you (Oh)
I'ma kill that nigga, that's what friends do (Oh)
Now who the fuck I'm gonna vent to? (Oh)
[Verse 1]
Say, who I'm 'posed to vent to?
You was my brother, shared the same tool (Same tool)
We stick together just like glue
Never apart, we coming next, who gon' make these niggas feel you?
We was just chilling, now you passed me, nigga
If you got a problem, we address it like it's fashion, nigga
Now my nigga sitting gone, dead up in a casket, nigga
Pull up on a nigga block, we shooting like we Dragić, nigga
Anything I say so, my young nigga got a halo
This ain't Aubrey, we got Dracos
We run him down, make him lay low, chopper take his face off
[Chorus]
It's so hard (It's so hard, it's hard, it's hard), to say goodbye (Oh, oh)
They gained an angel (Oh, oh), a lost soul in the sky (Oh, oh)
It's gon' be hard, we gon' miss you (Oh, oh)
Tell me why that bullet didn't miss you (Oh, oh)
I'ma kill that nigga, that's what friends do (Oh, oh)
Now who the fuck I'm gonna vent to? (Oh, oh)
It's gon' be hard, we gon' miss you (It's gon' be hard)
Tell me why that bullet didn't miss you (It's gon' be hard)
I'ma kill that nigga, that's what friends do (It's hard, it's hard)
Now who the fuck I'm gonna vent to? (It's hard, it's hard)
[Verse 2]
My nigga gone, why he ain't have that? (Uh)
If he was alive, he'd make you look like fools, no Shaqtin' (Uh, uh)
Tell me 'bout a problem, oh, yes, you know we West Ends
Seen your last day, I didn't know it was the last day
Y'all killed my nigga, y'all gon' feel this pain (Oh, oh)
I'ma run up in your shit and send them shots to your brain (Oh, oh)
No need to call up Jayceon 'cause this shit not a game
Saying he wasn't fucking with nobody, he was in his own lane
Ayy, I'ma tell y'all the real, I pop a pill in this bitch (Oh, oh)
He came home one day, my boy was drilling this bitch (Oh, oh)
That bitch was cheating, now he mad, talking 'bout killing and shit
Y'all got me heated, now I'm mad, I raised the lead out this bitch
[Chorus]
It's so hard (It's so hard, it's hard, it's hard), to say goodbye (Oh, oh)
They gained an angel (Oh, oh), a lost soul in the sky (Oh, oh)
It's gon' be hard, we gon' miss you (Oh, oh)
Tell me why that bullet didn't miss you (Oh, oh)
I'ma kill that nigga, that's what friends do (Oh, oh)
Now who the fuck I'm gonna vent to? (Oh, oh)
It's gon' be hard, we gon' miss you (It's gon' be hard)
Tell me why that bullet didn't miss you (It's gon' be hard)
I'ma kill that nigga, that's what friends do (It's hard, it's hard)
Now who the fuck I'm gonna vent to? (It's hard, it's hard)
Miss You was written by Slatt Zy.
Miss You was produced by Felipe S & Drum Dummie & CashMoneyAP & DJ Swift.