M.I.A.
Aye aye aye
Fuck it I see a opp I might just knock His shit today
Better go check the files ask bout the Last one played with K
Ain't the type to do much talking I Just hop out and I spray
And lately I been on designer
Ain't been fw the J's
Fuck it shi
I ain't been fw the J's
Fucked a bad bitch off the gram
Came in a robe and lingerie
And any nigga owe me money
Best believe his ass gone pay
And Bitches tryna blow my candle Out
Keep asking me to stay
Told my yungin go put down the B And come and runtz yo life up
Don't wanna smoke the bitch
The box was good I think I like her
I heard she fw opps she got the X
No I can't wife her
Them youngins fw K posted on Trent
Yeah they some strikers
Yeah
Them boyz a come smoke you for Free
And real gangstas never speak so They all knowing I'm a G
Running Celo at the spot nobody Move but me and Dee
For all that barking on the book
Gone head and put him on a tee
This Shi crazy I keep having dreams
That's how Ik I'm next to blow
In booking for 3 days moved to The Pod
Bunked with my nigga low
And if I do a bid Im coming home up Off the strips and dro
And every chance I get know I'm a Lock and go and up the score
These niggas cap these niggas Flagging they don't want no smoke
The price is right I drop the bag yeah I can get you poked
Glocks with switches F and N's and fully Autos all we really tote
And you see all this water ain't a Captain
Still out driving boats
These niggas used to stunt on sama Now im the league
Now they can't catch up to the kid
Like Ian got fatigue
This bitch must think it's fall she Keep on whining
Finna make her leave
Thought about selling dog
But I make crack money off selling Weed
Them folk seen my off white ain't Even speak
They think I'm racist
The jits scared of my pockets
Pulled out nun but dead faces
Damn I bent down to tie my shoe
But Ian got no laces
Me and 12 like Tom and Jerry
They Can't catch me on them chases
Swear I young and I was trippin Robbing niggas with no mask
Now everybody round me certified
To go complete the task
This 5.7 going do damage
No jimmy im still gone blast
Cut the corner burning rubber
I thought I was finna crash
The hoe told me she wanna smash
And they still got my dawg on lock so Tell them bitches to free Pack
Told em link up with me and the Gang they wanna play with straps
And niggas claim that they want beef But they be hiding Wya?
Fuck it I see a opp I might just knock His shit today
Better go check the files ask bout the Last one played with K
Ain't the type to do much talking I Just hop out and I spray
And lately I been on designer
Ain't been fw the J's
Fuck it shi
I ain't been fw the J's
Fucked a bad bitch off the gram
Came in a robe and lingerie
And any nigga owe me money
Best believe his ass gone pay
And Bitches tryna blow my candle Out
Keep asking me to stay
Told my yungin go put down the B And come and runtz yo life up
Don't wanna smoke the bitch
The box was good I think I like her
I heard she fw opps she got the X
No I can't wife her
Them youngins fw K posted on Trent
Yeah they some strikers
Yeah
Them boyz a come smoke you for Free
And real gangstas never speak so They all knowing I'm a G
Running Celo at the spot nobody Move but me and Dee
For all that barking on the book
Gone head and put him on a tee
This Shi crazy I keep having dreams
That's how Ik I'm next to blow
In booking for 3 days moved to The Pod
Bunked with my nigga low
And if I do a bid Im coming home up Off the strips and dro
And every chance I get know I'm a Lock and go and up the score
These niggas cap these niggas Flagging they don't want no smoke
The price is right I drop the bag yeah I can get you poked
Glocks with switches F and N's and fully Autos all we really tote
And you see all this water ain't a Captain
Still out driving boats
These niggas used to stunt on sama Now im the league
Now they can't catch up to the kid
Like Ian got fatigue
This bitch must think it's fall she Keep on whining
Finna make her leave
Thought about selling dog
But I make crack money off selling Weed
Them folk seen my off white ain't Even speak
They think I'm racist
The jits scared of my pockets
Pulled out nun but dead faces
Damn I bent down to tie my shoe
But Ian got no laces
Me and 12 like Tom and Jerry
They Can't catch me on them chases
Swear I young and I was trippin Robbing niggas with no mask
Now everybody round me certified
To go complete the task
This 5.7 going do damage
No jimmy im still gone blast
Cut the corner burning rubber
I thought I was finna crash
The hoe told me she wanna smash
And they still got my dawg on lock so Tell them bitches to free Pack
Told em link up with me and the Gang they wanna play with straps
And niggas claim that they want beef But they be hiding Wya?
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Writer(s): Alijah Gilliam-el
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