Miss Me

[Intro] I'mma work my Drake on this one... Check me out, shout out Young Money Cash Money And of course, Maybach Music, Triple C's -- Carol City Miss me when I'm gone, Jack -- miss me when I'm gone Everybody time gon' be up one day [Verse] They call me Gunplay -- (Don Logan) Maybach black sheep -- (Maybach) Rifle longer than my rap sheet Love skinny girls, shout out to the fat freaks Running with the realest, try and keep up with the track team Black Caddy, pimp daddy Mack Maine Ugly in real life, handsome on a flat screen More dubs than L's -- It don't matter how my stacks seem, my thought's the bills Reputation dirty, that's the only way to word it -- Let the jury weigh the verdict -- guilty or perverted It was a semi-auto, now it's fully converted When money and fame came, the loyalty got murdered -- (damn) Toes flashy, she my baby for life She rollin', I'm rollin' and we ain't even shake dice Little titties, big ass, cute face shaped nice Every stone on red as devil, praise Christ I'm walking on water, hover over Florida -- Taking my corner back, rap Tracy Porter Custom cars and cycles on them, that was just a warm-up Color cut clarity gon' kill them while they on it King James on my dashboard, they brought Lebron in Skyping with your wifey, thank God for electronics Gunplay, gun charge? -- Ironic Walk slower out here but I run it -- (Don Logan) [Hook - Drake] Yeah girl, it's on -- you know what it is when I finally make it home I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone Yeah, I hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone And you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for -- I know things have changed, know I used to be around more But you should miss me a little when I'm gone I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone