Ace Volar - Miss My Lyrics

Yeah, volar
Long live Poppy
Lil cuz' this one for you nigga, on God
Migo world
Man I miss my nigga
We was grinding the hardest
Hard times start to get heartless
Man I miss my nigga
We was up at the 'partments
Rapping every night, we was starving
Man I miss my nigga
He always kept a big glock
A big knot, saying let a nigga try us and he getting shot
I ain't never think that you would be the one to get got
That phone call hit my ass like a big rock
Now I'm sitting in the studio, wood in my right
Glock in my left, that bitch make me feel nice
And I ain't going out without a fight
Free my twin Los, he was known for slinging pipes
Niggas know we getting to it
Me and Boog Jordan and Pippen, this shit fluid
With Poppy at the three we was finna fucking do it
Niggas killed my dawg so we circle where he moving
If he get dropped then shit, he get dropped
Won't give that nigga fame all he 'bout to do is rot
And bitch I run the game like my shoes never stop
My nigga had a range now, he an angel
Watch over the family my nigga, I'm just thankful
I got to see you shine, got a pound from a dime
Niggas still hating, I promise it's our time
Twenty20 mafia nigga we tryn' fly
Man I miss my nigga
We was grinding the hardest
Hard times start to get heartless
Man I miss my nigga
We was up at the 'partments
Rapping every night, we was starving
Man I miss my nigga
He always kept a big glock
A big knot, saying let a nigga try us and he getting shot
I ain't never think that you would be the one to get got
That phone call hit my ass like a big rock
Now I'm sitting in the studio, wood in my right
Glock in my left, that bitch make me feel nice
And bitch it's Big B's what we fly
Downbottom baby but my niggas Real Right
I ain't never took a loss in this shit
Had to show the youngins who the real boss in this bitch
Drop a bag, have a nigga hauled off by the clique
Big drake, all it do is spit
Baby I'm the realest, I cannot conceal it
I tried to tell you once, we only chasing millions
Thought I could take a punch 'til they hit me with my nigga
Gone at 20 and I'm hoping God forgive me
Murder on my mind like we tryn' paint the city
In the booth sliding, making hits, no biggie
One way or another I promise I'm gon' get it
Long live Poppy, realest nigga out the city
Man I miss my nigga
We was grinding the hardest
Hard times start to get heartless
Man I miss my nigga
We was up at the 'partments
Rapping every night, we was starving
Man I miss my nigga
He always kept a big glock
A big knot, saying let a nigga try us and he getting shot
I ain't never think that you would be the one to get got
That phone call hit my ass like a big rock

Yeah, volar
Long live Poppy
Lil cuz' this one for you nigga, on God
Migo world
Man I miss my nigga
We was grinding the hardest
Hard times start to get heartless
Man I miss my nigga
We was up at the 'partments
Rapping every night, we was starving
Man I miss my nigga
He always kept a big glock
A big knot, saying let a nigga try us and he getting shot
I ain't never think that you would be the one to get got
That phone call hit my ass like a big rock
Now I'm sitting in the studio, wood in my right
Glock in my left, that bitch make me feel nice
And I ain't going out without a fight
Free my twin Los, he was known for slinging pipes
Niggas know we getting to it
Me and Boog Jordan and Pippen, this shit fluid
With Poppy at the three we was finna fucking do it
Niggas killed my dawg so we circle where he moving
If he get dropped then shit, he get dropped
Won't give that nigga fame all he 'bout to do is rot
And bitch I run the game like my shoes never stop
My nigga had a range now, he an angel
Watch over the family my nigga, I'm just thankful
I got to see you shine, got a pound from a dime
Niggas still hating, I promise it's our time
Twenty20 mafia nigga we tryn' fly
Man I miss my nigga
We was grinding the hardest
Hard times start to get heartless
Man I miss my nigga
We was up at the 'partments
Rapping every night, we was starving
Man I miss my nigga
He always kept a big glock
A big knot, saying let a nigga try us and he getting shot
I ain't never think that you would be the one to get got
That phone call hit my ass like a big rock
Now I'm sitting in the studio, wood in my right
Glock in my left, that bitch make me feel nice
And bitch it's Big B's what we fly
Downbottom baby but my niggas Real Right
I ain't never took a loss in this shit
Had to show the youngins who the real boss in this bitch
Drop a bag, have a nigga hauled off by the clique
Big drake, all it do is spit
Baby I'm the realest, I cannot conceal it
I tried to tell you once, we only chasing millions
Thought I could take a punch 'til they hit me with my nigga
Gone at 20 and I'm hoping God forgive me
Murder on my mind like we tryn' paint the city
In the booth sliding, making hits, no biggie
One way or another I promise I'm gon' get it
Long live Poppy, realest nigga out the city
Man I miss my nigga
We was grinding the hardest
Hard times start to get heartless
Man I miss my nigga
We was up at the 'partments
Rapping every night, we was starving
Man I miss my nigga
He always kept a big glock
A big knot, saying let a nigga try us and he getting shot
I ain't never think that you would be the one to get got
That phone call hit my ass like a big rock