Still Miss My Niggas - 42 Dugg, Rylo Rodriguez

Pandemic almost over

Whatchau say

Bring that shit back out

Will used to be a killer

But you done changed

Wrote a statement on your nigga

This shit be crazy

He ain’t goin for a thing

I used to praise him

(I used to look up to that nigga)

I still miss my niggas

V-Live favorite I’ll trip in this bitch

I ain’t goin in unless the pole come too

Bust down richard

I bought my hoe one too

You ain’t gotta ask nigga

Know I’m shootin on reese

On rob on neff on scooter

I ain’t lettin shit slide

Mr. I’ll still walk shit down

Fanta is looking dirty

Thirty-six for a pound

Not cookie

All the drug dealers wanna book me

Patek gets you killed I ain’t payin for no pussy

And I’m kinda schooled don’t shit

Beat the triple

Ask about me youngin doggy

Always on a mission

Always first to shoot with that 30.

Act different

If he ain’t dead

Guarantee that nigga crippled

My bad you still on the phone

Yeah with Drekk fine ass

Last time tryna love

Shit I hope it work

Still holdin for my youngin

Really fighting murders

First time on a hit

I was kinda nervous

You ain’t into suckin dick

You don’t need my number

All about the money

All about the bag

Tracks kinda cool

But I still fuck with cats

Spin a block on em

Throw them bitches in his neck

Can’t forget about me

Bitches know I’m still the catch

Million dollars in cash

You will get stretched

I still miss my niggas

V-Live favorite I’ll trip in this bitch

I ain’t goin in unless the pole comes too

Bust down richard

I bought my hoe one too

You ain’t gotta ask nigga

Know I’m shootin on reese

On rob on neff on scooter

I ain’t lettin shit slide

Mr. I’ll still walk shit down

Fanta is looking dirty

Thirty-six for a pound

Not cookie

You know I fuck with James Harden

But I’ll never leave the rocket

Before I let her waste my time

I put on all my watches

Thousand dollar jeans

My mama told me son that’s outta pocket

Literally holdin 30 pairs of amiri jeans

Remember 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

Riding around with pistols in our lap

We ain’t running no track

Ya’ll niggas cap

Ion got no boss

But I took off my hat

I was 20 years old when I stole my mama card

We was at TjMax

Now its foreigners in the driveway

Which one ima drive today

Tell her I got manners

Which one of your niggas wanna die today

Dumpin back out the window

Have them dancin like sada baby

Little brother watch for a body

Unless he bang case you askin

Swear the racks on the q-link

Not African-American

Put up chain blood

And we wave faster

Feelin like a x-slave master

I still miss my niggas

V-Live favorite I’ll trip in this bitch

I ain’t goin in unless the pole comes too

Bust down richard

I bought my hoe one too

You ain’t gotta ask nigga

Know I’m shootin on reese

On rob on neff on scooter

I ain’t lettin shit slide

Mr. I’ll still walk shit down

Fanta is looking dirty

Thirty-six 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 me