[Lyric] Mission (C3 Official)

Touch one of mine you know shit gon get wicked
BTA banging we shoot with precision
Running his lips that’s cost of your living
The smoke on my mind cuz I’m fresh off a mission
I need my money btch I need my digits
They can’t compete but they also don’t listen
Put a scope on it too just to better my vision
Only people gon help you is them fcking forensics

Hook

If I beat on yo ass Ian holding grudge
Bro in the cut and he keep it in clutch
Don’t think that you safe any ngga get touched
Gon stop his ass out tryna give em a crutch
You the lil ass dawg and yo gang full of mutts
Taking yo food when it’s time to eat lunch
Don’t speak on my name really popping out cuts
And I spit on him too but that’s just a plus
Ian no rapper this shit is for real
I got niggas mad cause his hoе imma steal
This btch up late driving dick like a wheel
Opp caught a opp lеt’s see who get peeled
Bro even told me go load and drill
I said wait look you need to chill
Cause I’ll beat a btch ngga and not off a pill
You can go ask the ngga got hit in his grill
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Play with the gang you know sht can get rugged
I’m not feeling her vibe but I’m feeling her stomach
Pull off that hoe that stay right off of summit
We catch him we beat him even in public
I see the opps I feel the luck
It’s 3 am , I’m stacking up
I feel like god I point that rod
They uppin that sht and leavin him stuck
No Tweezers but you know he getting plucked
Catch him late night u know he outta luck
Pull out the dck and she gobble it up
Just like the trigger boy u can get touched

Final back to Hook