Missiles Lyrics

Katori Walker Missiles

[Verse]
Look, f..ck a pistol
Coppin' missiles
Ain't got time got clockin' issues
Need to stay? Come get your issue
Had this pain since I was little
I'ma make your mama miss you
Suits in grey send lots of tissue
f..ck it take your partners with you
Know it sting when bullets hit you
Pull a trigger, kill a nigga
Man it's all the same thang
Why you kill your own kind?
He shouldn'ta never gangbang
f..cking bitches, flocking houses
Tryna let my chain hang
Two [?] beating up yo' block
Now I got my hood fame
You know that feelin' when that .40 let off?
Now you got something for these niggas that be thinking you soft?
Remember how they hit your block and let that hammer get off?
Now you gon' go and hit they block and make sure niggas fall off, and that's real

[Outro]
Weekend gunsmoke
Blood wars, cups pour
Hood hoes, po-po
Case closed, no joke
But it's alright, but it's alright
Mama we gon' make it someday
I said mama we gon' make it someday
Mama we gon' make it