[Lyric] Mission Impossible (Chavo & Pierre Bourne)

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

[Pre Chorus]
Yeah, don't let a fuck nigga bother you
If he do then send a few hollows through
This shit ain't Mission Impossible, sell every gram every molecule
Yeah, put my lil ho in Jean Paul Gaultier, she ain't fucking with Nautica
Keep it player, you like my lil bitch?
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 nigga move wrong
Yeah, posted in the trenches with all my jewels on
If a nigga 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 niggas, so I got a few homies
Yeah, pull up, start shooting
[Pre Chorus]
Yeah, don't let a fuck nigga bother you
If he do then send a few hollows through
This shit ain't Mission Impossible, sell every gram every molecule
Yeah, put my lil ho in Jean Paul Gaultier, she ain't fucking with Nautica
Keep it player, you like my lil bitch?
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
Pussy ass niggas, 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 niggas 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 fuck nigga bother you
If he do then send a few hollows through
This shit ain't Mission Impossible, sell every gram every molecule
Yeah, put my lil ho in Jean Paul Gaultier, she ain't fucking with Nautica
Keep it player, you like my lil bitch?
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
Pussy, shoot up your spot
Tut, tut, tut