Still Miss My Niggas

Still Miss My Niggas (Explicit) - 42 Dugg/Rylo Rodriguez

Lyrics by：Rylo Rodriguez/Ceary Varon Houston/Dion Hayes

Composed by：Rylo Rodriguez/Ceary Varon Houston/Dion Hayes

Pandemic almost over what you say

Will used to be a killer but you done changed

Wrote a statement on your n***a this s**t be crazy

You ain't going for a thing I used to praise him

Veno gon' cook up he mix the ingredients

I still miss my n***as

V live favorite I'll trip in this b***h

I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too

Bust down Richard but my h*e one too

You ain't gotta ask n***a know I'm shootin'

On reese on rob on neff on scooter

I ain't lettin' s**t slide

Mr I'll still walk s**tdown

Fanta lookin' dirty 36 for a pound not cookie

All the drug dealers wanna book me

Paid to get you killed I ain't payin' for no p***y

And I'm kinda schooled don't s**t beat you triple

Ask about me youngin' dawg he always on the mission

Always first to shoot with that 30 I act different

If he ain't dead guarantee that n***a crippled my bad

You still on the phone yeah with Drekk fine a*s

Last time tryna love s**t I hope it work

Still holdin' for my youngin' really fightin' murders

First time on the hit I was kinda nervous swear

You ain't into suckin' d**k you don't need my number

All about the money all about the bag

Tracks kinda cool but I still f**k with 'cats

Spin the block on 'em throw them b***hes at his neck

Can't forget about me b***hes know I'm still the catch

Million dollars in cash you will get stretched

I still miss my n***as

V Live favorite I'll trip in this b***h

I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too

Bust down Richard but my h*e one too

You ain't gotta ask n***a know I'm shootin'

On reese on rob on neff on scooter

I ain't lettin' s**t slide

Mr I'll still walk s**t down

Fanta lookin' dirty 36 for a pound not cookie

Know I f**k with James Harden

But I'll never leave the rocket

'Fore I let her waste my time

I put on all my watches

Thousand dollar jeans my momma

Told me something that's outta pocket

Literally holdin' 30 pairs of Amiri jeans

'Member doin' shows for a rack

I drove four hours for that

My folks shared a hotel with the

Gang I brought like four hundred back

Ridin' 'round with pistols in our

Laps we ain't runnin' no track

Lot of n***as cap I'on't wanna

Boss but I took off my hat

I was 20 years old when I stole

My momma coat we was at TJ maxx

Now it's foreigns in the driveway

Which one I'm gon' drive today

Told the opps I got manners one of

You n***as wanna die today

Dumpin' back hangin' out the window

Have 'em dancin' like sada baby

Know a blood don't watch football

'Less he bang 'gainst the redskins

20 racks on cuban links not African American

Put them chains on then went way faster

Feel like a ex slave master

I still miss my n***as

V Live favorite I'll trip in this b***h

I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too

Bust down Richard but my h*e one too

You ain't gotta ask n***a know I'm shootin'

On reese on rob on neff on scooter

I ain't lettin' s**t slide

Mr I'll still walk s**t down

Fanta lookin' dirty 36 for a pound not cookie

All the drug dealers wanna book me

Still movin' talkin' 'bout no cookies

All the drug dealers wanna book me

All the drug dealers wanna book

All the drug dealers wanna book me