[Intro: Fredo Bang]
We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nah-nah-nah-nah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Keep it Z3N
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks (Big sticks)
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks, yeah
We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with
We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with
[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
I believe in God, but I do not believe in Bibles
Don't fuck with pussy rappers 'cause these niggas just want follows
I just bought a chopper and I filled it up with hollows
Put it on your partner, make the nigga sing a high note
I got that bag on me, but I could just smash for free
I put your dawg to sleep, now who want a war with me?
Yeah, I gotta pop a Perc' just to get to sleep
Big old 23, and this bitch big as me
Yeah, I don't miss shit, I just split shit
Convicted felon, but I keep a big stick
I wipe my prints off of the gun so I can't get in trouble
The chopper split a nigga up just like a pizza cutter
[Chorus: Fredo Bang & YNW Melly]
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks (Big sticks)
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks, yeah
We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with
We don't miss shit (Slatt), we just split shit (Yeah)
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with
[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
Only gang, pussy nigga, we don't miss sleep
Fredo Bang, that my nigga, he a misfit
Kool-Aid with this shit, you better not mix in
If you do, you're getting put inside a box, bitch
Dick on the Glock and it's hanging out
Hanging out like an 18 year old just moved out his mama's house
Pussy ass nigga, don't play with the crew, I'll shoot at your mama's spouse
AKA your dad, my bitches are bad
She sucking my D, I told her relax
No I ain't missing, it ain't 'bout petition
We pull up on you and leave your ass missing
You fuck niggas snitching to all the commissioners
Uh, no literally
I'm feeling her spiritually
She wanna fuck on Melly, baby
My dick longer than a Martin Luther King speech
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks (Big sticks)
Getting to that bag, we got big chips (We got big chips)
And for these pussy niggas, we got big sticks, yeah
We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with
We don't miss shit, we just split shit
Only gang, pussy niggas, we don't mix with
