Can't Miss Out Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

[Chorus]
Afraid to lose me, yeah
Uh, so you'd rather use me? Uh, uh (Yeah)
Ayy, oh, excuse me? (Excuse me?)
Uh, do you think I'm stupid? (What? What?)
Uh, yeah bread [?] to bread, I can't miss out on my check (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, right after left, I can whip it like a chef (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, gang-gang with me, I ain't come by myself (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh-ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, momma told me save it, gotta maintain
We can talk about these racks, it's amazing (Oh, woah)
Raf Simmons on my feet, it's amazing
Uh, shorties now tryna go half for a new baby (Uh, yeah)
Like oh no, all they see is the hundos (Hunnids, hunnids)
Like oh no, they ain't f*ck with us in the Honda (They ain't f*ck with me)
If you don't know, then p*ssy nigga you can run, though (You can run, though)
I be on high-term marijuana (Ooh)
All the niggas doing time, bitch I run up, yeah (Run up)
Set 'em free, taking my mama Uh, I'm tryna run 20 summers (Run it up)
I was in [?] like Obama (Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Every crucial play, I never fumble, uh (I never fumble)
They get happy to see me, now they start drumrolls (They start drumrolls)
And on my face when they see me not walk through the front door (Front door)
And a nigga fired for looking through the list like what you looking for (And a nigga, uh)
They all came with me, what you looking at the list for (What you looking at the list)
Optimistic, the opps mad that they missed it
[Chorus]
Afraid to lose me, yeah, uh (Yeah)
Uh, so they'd rather use me? Mm-mm (So they'd rather use me?)
Oh, excuse me? (Excuse me? Yeah, yeah)
Uh, do you think I'm stupid? (Do you think I'm, mm-mm)
Uh, yeah bread [?] to bread, I can't miss out on my check, yeah
Yeah, right after left, I can whip it like a chef, uh
Uh, gang-gang with me, I ain't come by myself
Ooh-ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah

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