LYRIC
Don’t Miss Lyrics by King Von, from the album “Grandson“, music has been produced by ATL Jacob & Mac Fly, and Don’t Miss song lyrics are penned down by King Von.
Don’t Miss Lyrics
Von (Known to let that MAC fly just like my ni**a, Doe, baow)
In the streets, we play for keeps (We play for keeps)
This chess, not checkers, lil’ ni**a, don’t play with me (Nah, nah)
Around here, you gotta pay a fee (Gotta pay your fee)
Soon somebody die around here, they be blamin’ me (Who? Who?)
See, you won’t get the chance to breathe (Uh)
I hurt you, make you stay inside, a curfew (What? Huh?)
I keep two straps like I’m Urkel (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Play with Grandson, they gon’ hurt you (Boom, boom, boom)
Shoot at the chest (Boom), don’t miss
We want him stretched (Uh-uh)
He gone, ni**a, who next?
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC (Rrah, rrah)
Think I’ma show my respеct (Uh-huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gat (What? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in thе back (Boom, boom)
If we say it’s war, then it’s that (Then it’s that)
Left my old ho when I got me a new bitch (Uh-huh)
Thirty-thousand to the dentist, get my tooth fixed
Ni**as kept playin’, ain’t even wanna do this (Uh-huh)
But I do this, I pull up and I shoot shit (Rrah, rrah)
We hit up your car
Tires flat, yo’ ass ain’t gettin’ far
Flex and you get robbed
Make your wish, you ever seen a shooting star?
But nah, you haven’t (Nah)
You ain’t even met your daddy (Uh-uh)
You ain’t even got no credit, Lil’ Boosie and Webbie (What?), King Von he a savage (Huh, he a savage, damn)
Damn, where my manners? (Where?)
New crib came with cameras (Huh?)
Duck got nailed, no hammers (Uh-huh)
f*ck my opps, ni**a, excuse my grammar
Bathing Ape hoodie and the clip bananas, yeah (Rrah, rrah)
Duck your antennas (Duck your shit)
Got gifts like Santa (What? Huh?)
I shoot like Tony Montana (Boom, boom)
No, they can’t stand us
Real ni**as stand up (Stand up, stand up)
I got my bands up (Bands up)
Still’ll make you put your hands up (Grrah, grrah)
Ooh, his shit, they ain’t sayin’ nothin’ (What?)
Don’t miss
We want him stretched (Uh-uh, yeah)
He gone, ni**a, who next? (Boom, boom, boom)
He drew a foul and got hit with the TEC (Rrah, rrah)
Think I’ma show my respect (Uh-huh)
Funeral, pull up with flowers and gat (What? Boom)
His cousin and uncle got hit in the back (Boom, boom)
If we say it’s war, then it’s that (Damn, gang)
SONG INFO:
Song: Don’t Miss
Artist: King Von
Album: Grandson (2023)
Music: ATL Jacob & Mac Fly
Lyrics: King Von
