Frazier Trill & Pi’erre Bourne – Missing Lyrics

This song uses the same beat as DMD by Famous Dex.

Missing Lyrics by Frazier Trill & Pi’erre Bourne

[Intro: Frazier Trill]
I’m selling dope, I’m selling dope, I’m selling dope
I know that you doing your thing (Trill)
You feel me? Ha-ha-ha (Yes, sir)
Smoke big gas, right? For sure
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Frazier Trill]
Going crazy in this bitch, hopping out, drip (Drip)
Too much money in this club, tell that nigga, “Tip” (Tip)
Bitches trying to fuck with me, I’ll tell that bitch, “Strip” (Strip)
Nigga trying to hate on me, I’ll let that bitch rip (Blaow)
Hopping out the latest shit, niggas talking crazy shit
Pull up on that 80’s shit, home in-fucking-vasion shit

[Chorus: Frazier Trill]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I remember when a nigga didn’t miss shit (Didn’t miss shit)
We was shooting out the car and we weren’t missing (Baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, he wanted smoke and we weren’t missing (We weren’t missing)
I pull up, pshh, I think that nigga missing (I think he missing, yeah, yeah)
Man, that nigga tripping (Boy, he tripping)
Pull up on you, leave you missing (Leave you missing, baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, I think he tripping (I think he tripping)
Yeah, I’ma pull up, leave you missing (Leave him missing)
Leave him missing, yeah (Missing, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Frazier Trill]
Know so much shit I can’t even speak on
Niggas talking shit but we won’t even see homes
Nigga, talk is cheap
We ’bout to sweep the streets
Nigga, play for keeps
You know I gotta get it like I’m ‘posed to
Nigga hating on me, was they hating on the old you?
Niggas sweet as tea
Cooking up, ooh-wee (Ooh-wee)
His bitch wanna fuck with me (Ooh-wee)
I’m smoking on some weed (Yeah)
I’m selling dope today (Today)
I’m trapping every day (Day)
These niggas hate, okay (Okay)
I’m pushing up with Yae

[Verse 3: Bermuda Yae]
Huh, I’m pushing up with Trill, know we going, having M&M’s
All off in that field, know my nigga really gonna drill
Pouring out the seal, know them youngins now, they drinking beer
Bad bitch over here, yeah, my song, know she wanna hear
Don’t fuck with no queers, know my nigga dripping in Moncler
Not having no fears, know lil Yae, he taking flight for real
She wanna fuck on the gang, somebody send that lil’ ho a Lyft over here
Bales made it through the mail, young nigga, not even playing, we serving for real, huh
[Chorus: Frazier Trill]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I remember when a nigga didn’t miss shit (Didn’t miss shit)
We was shooting out the car and we weren’t missing (Baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, he wanted smoke and we weren’t missing (We weren’t missing)
I pull up, pshh, I think that nigga missing (I think he missing, yeah, yeah)
Man, that nigga tripping (Boy, he tripping)
Pull up on you, leave you missing (Leave you missing, baow-baow-baow)
Yeah, yeah, I think he tripping (I think he tripping)
Yeah, I’ma pull up, leave you m—

[Outro: Frazier Trill]
Woo, woo (Yeah)
Woo, woo (Yeah)
Woo, woo (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (While the light green, nigga, it’s my turn)
Yeah
It’s Trill! (Bitch)