Man on a mission Lyrics – DDG

Read the full Man on a mission lyrics by DDG along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy DDG's music, you can also explore Do What You Want and In My Zone, two other songs by DDG.

[Intro: DDG & Kyle Richh]
Ayy, yeah (Like, damn)
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
Fu*k (BNYX®), 4z on top like it's 41 (Like, damn)

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Grrah, I'm a man on a mission
Never the man in the middle
When I speak, listen close like a riddle
They only with you if you beneficial
Walk him down if you think that he crazy
Bullets hot, send him straight to the 'spital (Like), damn
Put the beam on his—
Chest shot, he got hit in his nipple, ouch

[Verse 1: DDG & Kyle Richh]
Yeah, I like a thick b!tch, I can't fu*k with a limp d!ck (Okay)
I like b!tches that get to the money, she got her own business, she tryna get Kim rich (Come on)
It's a whole lotta n!ggas out here with their money, but she know that DD gon' spend it, yeah
I'm too busy to argue with you about nothing, I'd rather just fu*k and do friendship
Tricky, huh, Moo
I'll fly you out to Japan and get turnt
That little n!gga that you was just fu*king with right before me, he ain't know what you worth
Get what you want, you can get you the Miu Miu, I'll grab you a Chanelly purse, yeah
I spent a bag when I barely had knew you, we ain't fu*king, I just like to flirt (Like, damn)

[Chorus: Kyle Richh & DDG]
Grrah, I'm a man on a mission
Never the man in the middle (Okay)
When I speak, listen close like a riddle
They only with you if you beneficial (Okay)
Walk him down if you think that he crazy
Bullets hot, send him straight to the 'spital (Like), damn
Put the beam on his—
Chest shot, he got hit in his nipple, ouch

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]

Grrah, I got some s*it that'll leave his ass crippled
N!ggas hop in the booth, start lying, all of they music go deep, superficial
We start waves, they be riding the ripple, we the reason they roster little (Like)
Shoot my shot, I do not need a dribble, damn, pockets fat like Lizzo

[Verse 3: NLE Choppa]
Like a cable man, got a box on the Glock
Hit the running man when I hop out the car (Come here)
Fasting for murder, all praise to Allah (To God)
But I'm reminiscing 'bout the bodies we caught (Brrt)
Federal, Glock touch n!ggas, we ain't hetero (Come on)
Titties on chops (Come on), d!ck on Glocks (Come on)
Make a opp transition, no s*xual (No)
Lean on rocks (Come on), I'ma lean on the dot (Come on)
Ass too fat, but she lean on cock (She lean on cock)
Call your n!gga while I fu*k you, she telling me that I take it too far
Licking your ass while I you, in your past life, I see I was fu*king you, you, you, you, uh
Suck it 'til my balls deflate, no, never leave them blue, on Crip
Open out, rip 'til his t-shirt rip (Brrt, brrt)
Stand over, let it rip 'til his mama say, "RIP" (Brrt)
Bad b!tch, pretty lips, pu*sy lips better (On God)
Eat it 'til you squirt, I'ma lick, umbrella (Come on)
Last n!gga was a simpity-simp, but under the waist, he was limpity-limp
I'm tricking, but I still pimpity-pimp, under the waist, I'm big as a blimp, got you

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
Grrah, I'm a man on a mission
Never the man in the middle
When I speak, listen close like a riddle
They only with you if you beneficial
Walk him down if you think that he crazy
Bullets hot, send him straight to the 'spital (Like), damn
Put the beam on his—
Chest shot, he got hit in his nipple, ouch

[Outro: Kyle Richh & DDG]
Pu*sy (Go)
Word to bro, b!tch
Like, damn