Girl I Miss U Songtext
von Rowdy Rebel

Woah!
Ayy!
Yoz, what you telling us?
Glock pow, pow, pow!
Shoutout 808 Melo
Woah!
Ayy! ayy!

I can′t ride without my pistol (I can't ride without my pistol)
I can′t lie, girl, I miss you (and I can't lie, girl, I miss you)
I'm drinking mud to drown my issues (ayy)
Blocking out my pain (ayy, ayy), tryna paint a different picture (wha)

We went to war with a couple of niggas
So niggas got hit with they hoes (boom, boom)
We get to clutchin′ on all of our poles (boom, blah)
Whenever we pull up to shows (baow, baow, glaow)
I pop a Perc′, then get in my mode (ayy)
And I start pulling on hoes (ayy, come here)
When I feeling geeked (ayy), that's when I get nasty


That′s when I'm losing control (what?)
I take shrooms, then go to the moon, I feel that shit in my soul (For real)
We put blues on all our opps, so niggas ain′t making it home (grrt)
If he moves then he's getting shot, he gotta reap what he sow (bah)
If he make me mad (ayy, ayy), I′m dropping a bag
My niggas is tagging his toe (ayy)

GG and Thotty, them niggas on go (skrrt)
Back-to-back doing hits on the road (glaow, glaow)
Big body Benz, but I'm on the low (on the low)
In and out of the hood when I go (ayy, skrrt)
I used to trap in the dead, that's for sure (for sure)
Used to flip my lil′ pack by the store (by the store)
You know Shiesty, then we went to war (went to war)
We put stitches to just up the score (come here)

And I′m tweakin' when I′m with the gang (with the gang)
My Detroit bitch said it's on the floor (on the floor)
My lil′ Baltimore bitch acting scared (acting scared)
Every day that bitch out doing fraud (vroom)


In L.A., I got caught in a jam (In a jam)
Tryna sneak in the club with my gun (baow)
In Atlanta with both of my twins, so twin
I'm ′bout to go spend me a dub (about to go spend, skrrt)
Pull the Benzo to the front (to the front)
Hop out with a .30, it's tucked (grrt)
If he move, we filling him up (baow)
Free Thotty, you know he'll pop out the cut, glah (ayy, come here)

I can′t ride without my pistol (I can′t ride without my pistol)
I can't lie, girl, I miss you (and I can′t lie, girl, I miss you)
I'm drinking mud to drown my issues (ayy)
Blocking out my pain (ayy, ayy), tryna paint a different picture (wha)
I can′t ride without my pistol (I can't ride without my pistol)
I can′t lie, girl, I miss you (and I can't lie, girl, I miss you)
I'm drinking mud to drown my issues
Blocking out my pain, tryna paint a different picture