King Von – Don’t Miss Lyrics

Don’t Miss Lyrics by King Von

[Intro]
Von (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga, Doe, baow)

[Verse 1]
In the streets, we play for keeps (We play for keeps)
This chess, not checkers, lil’ nigga, 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)

[Chorus]
Shoot at the chest (Boom), don’t miss
We want him stretched (Uh-uh)
He gone, nigga, 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)

[Verse 2]
Left my old ho when I got me a new bitch (Uh-huh)
Thirty-thousand to the dentist, get my tooth fixed
Niggas 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)
Fuck my opps, nigga, 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 niggas 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?)

[Chorus]
Don’t miss
We want him stretched (Uh-uh, yeah)
He gone, nigga, 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)