Letra de 'Mission Impossible (feat. Lil Tecca)' de Coi Leray

(GGP, it's in the game)
(Sosa on the beat, esketit)
Ooh

They be like: Coi, you changed, no way, I just got worse
See the pain in my eye, you don't know what she worth
Got that shit out the mud, that shit came from the dirt
It feel like Mission Impossible (oh, yeah)
Goin' in circles, my life like an obstacle (oh)
Watch who you rollin' with, they might not rock with you
Vintage Chanel, I love my brand new parka, boo
Trendsetter, baby, know we unstoppable
Please watch your mouth, better know who you talkin' to
Cut a nigga off, baby, I'm tired of you
Broke bitches throwin' shadе, it's a lot of you
Rick Owen denim, strings hang down to my Prada boots
Have my Crip nigga lеave a blue tip inside of you
Not everybody can go up to the top with you
If it's up, then it's stuck with you
Look at the money and say: Baby, know I'm in love with you

Yeah, it's crazy, can't believe I made it
Marathon, bitch, this ain't no race
Came up, throw it all in they face
Your niggas favorite
Yeah, your niggas favorite
Two-tone Rollie, box and papers
Fuck you, nigga, I'm gon' wait it

My respect is not given, it's earned, baby
Thought I wasn't the one, you gon' learn, baby
We get low when we in that Mercedes
Countin' millis, but I'm still a nerd lately
Yeah, they know how I live, I'm the same 'bout it
If that shit keep on workin', I stay 'bout it
I'm just worried 'bout green like I dream on it
Heard they talking 'bout me, better change topics
They tryna think 'bout a way out
They want the sauce and the layout
I took control of my life, intercepted, I had to hope I would make it out
They moving funny, I'm changing routes
If they wear what I'm wearin', I change it out
Yeah, Wocky what they been 'bout
Fallin' what they been out

They be like: Coi, you changed, no way, I just got worse
See the pain in my eye, you don't know what she worth
Got that shit out the mud, that shit came from the dirt
It feel like Mission Impossible (oh, yeah)
Goin' in circles, my life like an obstacle (oh)
Watch who you rollin' with, they might not rock with you
Vintage Chanel, I love my brand new parka, boo
Trendsetter, baby, know we unstoppable
Please watch your mouth, better know who you talkin' to
Cut a nigga off, baby, I'm tired of you
Broke bitches throwin' shade, it's a lot of you
Rick Owen denim, strings hang down to my Prada boots
Have my Crip nigga leave a blue tip inside of you
Not everybody can go up to the top with you
If it's up, then it's stuck with you
Look at the money and say: Baby, know I'm in love with you

Yeah, it's crazy, can't believe I made it
Marathon, bitch, this ain't no race
Came up, throw it all in they face
Your niggas favorite
Yeah, your niggas favorite
Two-tone Rollie, box and papers
Fuck you, nigga, I'm gon' wait it