‎Wont Miss lyrics

[Intro]
(Welcome to 1st Class)

[Verse]
I told Terry, "Count the racks up," yeah
Make that FN make him back up, yeah
I said f*ck them hoes and got my racks up
On some codeine, spent a diamond chain
Went up as f*ck, I'm in a different lane
She said she love me, this ho insane
Okay, I think I want that SRT
That n*gga wanna be like me
And we walked in with that laser beam
I bet it clear the whole scene
These lil' n*ggas don't know me
L-O-V-E, don't know what that mean
Okay, she off X, she rolling
Tryna eat the whole team (Eat the whole team)
Bad b*tch, she love cocaine (Yeah, uh-uh)
She done lost her nose ring
My b*tch bad like Soul Train (Ha)
Bad lil' white b*tch, she eat di*k (Yeah)
I mix codeine with my Minute Maid
Houses bigger than a b*tch in Maine
I ain't seen bro ass in like seven days
We double that money n*gga, like seven ways (Yeah)
Yeah, he wanna be like me (Damn)
Toxic b*tch, she bring me peace (Damn)
That ho throwin' a fit, I copped that ho some Louis V (Copped some Louie V)
If you want drank, I'm taxing, yeah, we tax that boy a fee (Tax that boy a fee, ha)
This sh*t costing (This sh*t costing)
f*cking this ho, like often (Often)
Send that sh*t to Austin (Yeah)
These n*ggas loving these hoes I had, yeah, that boy off it (That boy off it, yeah)
Yeah, that boy lost it (Lost it, ha)
Ayy, n*gga don't get your crib hit over that talking (That talking)
We got FN, ayy, n*gga who better than? (Yeah)
Predict the weather with them Dracs, just like the weatherman (Ha, Dracs, just like the weatherman)
Hold on, that boy say he better, yeah, he back on Xans (Ha, ha)
Yeah, we caught him lacking cause he off them Xans (Off them)
He on kickstand (Yeah)
I don't do no kissing
I just want some Tris (Ayy)
This ho just want my attention (Ha)
n*ggas stay on my di*k, like, boy just stay out my mentions (Just stay out my mentions)
I got out, straight back on business (Yeah)
We keep Dracos in the kitchen (Dracos in the kitchen)
Left my old ho, she ain't listen
n*gga, no, you can't kick it (Uh)
Boy you broke, can't get her digits (Ha, yeah)
n*gga, we got cases pending, and we still be riding with .50s n*gga (Yeah)
We gon' send that hit, yeah, we gon' send that blitz, ayy (Ha, uh uh)
Ain't gon' make no diss, n*gga (Yeah)
Yeah, that boy a b*tch n*gga (Yeah)
Talking 'bout that b*tch, just made that ho just eat my di*k, n*gga
In LA, gon' make a hit, n*gga (Yeah, uh uh)
It got scope, it won't miss, n*gga
And I made that ho eat my kids, n*gga (Yeah)
Yeah, that lil' boy he broke
[Outro]
Ha, that lil' boy he— yeah
Get no racks n*gga, you ain't get no racks n*gga, yeah
Ha!