Mission Abort by Xhris2Eazy Lyrics
We come for the top, these niggas get mopped
U talk about me get the fuck off my cock
U not on no block, u ain’t clutching no Glock
Im dressed up in trues, horseshoes on my socks
As for the game, i got it on lock
Dissing my fam know i have to pop
Fuckin that bitch she be askin to stop
Hit me a juug then i count up my guap
Playing ur shit we gon skip like a rock
Riding thru gotham got killers no croc
I bully these niggas like i was a jock
Know i’m up next they be watchin the clock
No i cannot stop, i’m ballin too hard they be kicking me outta the court
Tally the bodies im killing for sport
Caught yo ass lackin it’s mission abort
Smoking on gas, take off like airport
Fly outta state u gon need a passport
Killing these niggas got blood on my shirt
Need me a bag so i’m putting in work
I laugh in there face, i gotta switchblade in my hand so you ain’t finna flake
Call up my brodie he ready to shake
Rolling a blunt now i’m showing up late
Know i’m up next still don’t know what the future awaits
Hate all my opps so i gotta erase
Hate all my opps so i got my own plate
Run up a check like i’m running a race
Speeding too fast they can’t pick up the pace
Chop off ya limbs got a smile on my face
Smoking on gas now i’m floating in space
Smokin on piff $65 for the eighth
We come for the top, these niggas get mopped
U talk about me get the fuck off my cock
U not on no block, u ain’t clutching no Glock
Im dressed up in trues, horseshoes on my socks
As for the game, i got it on lock
Dissing my fam know i have to pop
Fuckin that bitch she be askin to stop
Hit me a juug then i count up my guap
U talk about me get the fuck off my cock
U not on no block, u ain’t clutching no Glock
Im dressed up in trues, horseshoes on my socks
As for the game, i got it on lock
Dissing my fam know i have to pop
Fuckin that bitch she be askin to stop
Hit me a juug then i count up my guap
Playing ur shit we gon skip like a rock
Riding thru gotham got killers no croc
I bully these niggas like i was a jock
Know i’m up next they be watchin the clock
No i cannot stop, i’m ballin too hard they be kicking me outta the court
Tally the bodies im killing for sport
Caught yo ass lackin it’s mission abort
Smoking on gas, take off like airport
Fly outta state u gon need a passport
Killing these niggas got blood on my shirt
Need me a bag so i’m putting in work
I laugh in there face, i gotta switchblade in my hand so you ain’t finna flake
Call up my brodie he ready to shake
Rolling a blunt now i’m showing up late
Know i’m up next still don’t know what the future awaits
Hate all my opps so i gotta erase
Hate all my opps so i got my own plate
Run up a check like i’m running a race
Speeding too fast they can’t pick up the pace
Chop off ya limbs got a smile on my face
Smoking on gas now i’m floating in space
Smokin on piff $65 for the eighth
We come for the top, these niggas get mopped
U talk about me get the fuck off my cock
U not on no block, u ain’t clutching no Glock
Im dressed up in trues, horseshoes on my socks
As for the game, i got it on lock
Dissing my fam know i have to pop
Fuckin that bitch she be askin to stop
Hit me a juug then i count up my guap