Mission Impossible lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Pre Chorus]
Yeah, don't let a f*ck n*gga bother you
If he do then send a few hollows through
This sh*t ain't Mission Impossible, sell every gram every molecule
Yeah, put my lil ho in Jean Paul Gaultier, she ain't f*cking with Nautica
Keep it player, you like my lil b*tch?
Yeah, I like your lil ho, that's cool, I'll swap with you
Not a felon, was in Margiela when I got pulled over by them officers
Never talking, nor tattle telling, you can go head and call my lawyer officer

[Chorus]
Belt weigh more than a newborn, ha
Cutting on that ho, like she was a coupon
Gun like my jeans, gotta keep a tool on me
I ain't always right, but I never do wrong

[Verse 1]
Trap bumping, gotta keep a few phones
I want a Presi' but I got a two-tone
Yeah, Nudie jeans crisp, with a Gucci crew on
Yeah, Glock poking out, hope a n*gga move wrong
Yeah, posted in the trenches with all my jewels on
If a n*gga get in trouble, I'mma hit my true form
Yeah, had to double up, cut it, put a two on
Yeah, money poking out, you can see the blues on me
Yeah, told her turn around, she left the pool on me
Don't trust n*ggas, so I got a few homies
Yeah, pull up, start shooting
[Pre Chorus]
Yeah, don't let a f*ck n*gga bother you
If he do then send a few hollows through
This sh*t ain't Mission Impossible, sell every gram every molecule
Yeah, put my lil ho in Jean Paul Gaultier, she ain't f*cking with Nautica
Keep it player, you like my lil b*tch?
Yeah, I like your lil ho, that's cool, I'll swap with you
Not a felon, was in Margiela when I got pulled over by them officers
Never talking, nor tattle telling, you can go head and call my lawyer officer

[Chorus]
Belt weigh more than a newborn, ha
Cutting on that ho, like she was a coupon
Gun like my jeans, gotta keep a tool on me
I ain't always right, but I never do wrong

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I can get you wacked, I just make a few calls
pus*y ass n*ggas, I'mma call you RuPaul
Ha, I bust her from her back, I don't do the blue balls
Perc 30s in my pocket, I can hear the blues calling
AR, pistol, and a Draco tucked in the futon
Two racks on the receipt, only left with a shoe box
Ain't seen my face in 2 weeks, oh well, the block hot
Them n*ggas talk behind the screen, but they never pop out
Glock American made, choppa made in Moscow
How I ride look like parades when I let the top down (Yeah)
Yeah, pull up, start shooting
[Pre Chorus]
Yeah, don't let a f*ck n*gga bother you
If he do then send a few hollows through
This sh*t ain't Mission Impossible, sell every gram every molecule
Yeah, put my lil ho in Jean Paul Gaultier, she ain't f*cking with Nautica
Keep it player, you like my lil b*tch?
Yeah, I like your lil ho, that's cool, I'll swap with you
Not a felon, was in Margiela when I got pulled over by them officers
Never talking, nor tattle taling, you can go head and call my lawyer officer

[Chorus]
Belt weigh more than a newborn , ha
Cutting on that ho, like she was a coupon
Gun like my jeans, gotta keep a tool on me
I ain't always right, but I never do wrong

[Outro]
Yeah, uh, you know how I rock
Hmm, yeah, you know what I'm not
pus*y, shoot up your spot
Tut, tut, tut