Lil Gnar – Missiles Lyrics

Missiles Lyrics by Lil Gnar

[Ft. Trippie Redd ]

[Intro: Lil Gnar & Lil Pump]
(D-Diego)
(B-B-Bankroll got it)
(Dig?)

[Chorus: Lil Gnar]
Slurp it up, b!!!tch, make it messy (Yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the ‘Vette (Skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck
I’m smoking that Za to the chest (Pressure)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (Dig)
Walk with the Glock, I don’t tussle (Dig)
Niggas talk shit, it ain’t nothing (For real)
Three hundred all cash how I’m coming (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1: Lil Gnar]
I’m a real rockstar, came from the trenches
Now I got bitches on bitches on bitches (Yeah, yeah)
Throw him the cutter, my young nigga hit you
He just gon’ get your ass for a lil’ fifty (Yeah)
Ballin’ out just like I’m Madden
Excuse my bad language, I think I’m thе shit (Yeah, for real)
Take a PJ out to Cali to grab somе biscotti, it’s smelling like piss
Doubled up (Dope), I’m pouring my stress in this double cup
Remember I ran my first hundred up (Hundred up)
My Draco got titties, a honey bun (Honey bun)
Shoot in the crowd, you ain’t takin’ my chain
Your ass finna crash out, you swerve in my lane (No kizzy)
Only do Guapanese, speaking that language (Cash)
My young niggas Brims, they twistin’ they fingers
I swerve in the Double R, keep me a banger (Yeah)
Couple snow bunnies, they stay in Topanga
Brushin’ my WAP with some toothpaste (Toothpaste)
VVS on my gums, ain’t no tooth fake (Tooth fake)
R.I.P. Nip, need a blue Wraith (R.I.P.)
These diamonds HD like a Blu-Ray (HD)
She eat out the kid like a buffet (Yeah)
I been raw as fuck, you just too late, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

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[Chorus: Lil Gnar & Trippie Redd]
Slurp it up, bitch, make it messy (Hell yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the ‘Vette (Hell yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell yeah, for real)
I’m smoking that Za to the chest (Hell yeah, dig)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up)
Walk with the Glock, I don’t tussle (Walk with the fuckin’ Glock)
Niggas talk shit, it ain’t nothing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Three hundred all cash how I’m coming (Hell yeah)

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Your bitch blew me like a whistle (Whew)
I keep me two pistols, I feel just like Texas Ranger (Bah)
Know that I keep me some missiles (Gang)
Won’t be hard to hit you, lil’ bitch, I ain’t gotta aim (Yeah, okay)
Know that I drip in Versace, Armani my body (Yeah)
Lil’ bitch, it ain’t got a stain (Yeah, woo)
I count hundreds and fifties, I take your lil’
[?] to Johnny and buy me a new chain
Every day is a movie, I keep me some clips,
lil’ nigga, I shoot ’em like Blu-Ray (Yeah)
My lil’ baby flyin’ like she up in the skies,
she up like a blue jay (Yeah, yeah)
Just bought an AP and deep dished
that bitch with a red face (Yeah, yeah)
Heard niggas in the streets talking, I ain’t worried
’bout what the dead say

[Chorus: Lil Gnar]
Slurp it up, bitch, make it messy (Hell yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the ‘Vette (Hell yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell yeah, for real)
I’m smoking that Za to the chest (Hell yeah, dig)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up)
Walk with the Glock, I don’t tussle (Walk with the fuckin’ Glock)
Niggas talk shit, it ain’t nothing
Three hundred all cash how I’m coming (Hell yeah, yeah)
Slurp it up, bitch, make it messy (Hell yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the ‘Vette (Hell yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell yeah, for real)
I’m smoking that Za to the chest (Hell yeah, dig)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up)
Walk with the Glock, I don’t tussle (Walk with the fuckin’ Glock)
Niggas talk shit, it ain’t nothing
Three hundred all cash how I’m coming (Hell yeah)

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:Missiles Lyrics by Lil Gnar

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