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Letra : MIA
Aye aye
Aye
1200 sh*t
YMM sh*t
Free Hollywood
Aye aye
Aye it’s 408
Straight gang way
Oak Cliff baby
Aye
I been MIA
Chasin’ chicken
Baby Glock
But it’s still gotta hit him
Made bills blue
My pockets crippin’
Shoutout Lil Kay
Everybody know he crippin’
If he talkin’ foul
Finna hit him in his fitted
How you want the feat
But whine ‘bout that ticket?
Aye
We pull up to your block
But the gang had it slipping
Yeah it’s real life
You playin with your life b*t*h
I got real street sweepers
They gon’ sweep sh*t
And I was smokin’ on that gas
Couldn’t feel sh*t
And I was really on that play
Came back rich b*t*h
If I get caught up in that jam
I won’t say sh*t
Bro was knocked off next day
He was plugged in
Shoutout my partner Tay
He a band today
It’s 1200
F**k 13
Runnin’ off on em
If he talkin’ foul
Finna lay some lil’ shots on him
Aye aye
Yeah
And that’s facts b*t*h
Shoutout lil bro
We was just up in that trap b*t*h
Aye aye
Yeah
Now run it back b*t*h
Swerve sent a opp
Breakin’ down we finna catch him
Aye, aye
I been MIA
But I’m comin’ back
If any n***a tryna play (yeah)
Stacks in my bag everyday
Like my birthday
Duo you ain’t never seen before
Make the world shake
Aye, aye
F**kin’ up the beat
B*t*h I’m next up
Shoot that n***a
Send him to the ER when I check up
Keep talkin’ that sh*t
I’ll make sure your homie rest up
Never makin mid
N***as only get the best of
Aye aye
And I got a Glock to kill
Y’all n***as buy straps
Just to say that you for real (huh?)
Aye aye
N***a tell me what’s the deal (what?)
How y’all be hangin with rats
Then get mad when they squeal?
Aye aye
And this comin’ from the 3
N***as rappin’ bout sh*t
That you ain’t never seen
Aye aye
Say they life is a movie
Cause they watchin’ through a lens
And they never do it
Aye aye
N***a crippin’ in my forces
Pu**y n***a tryna hide
Come and kick the door in
I ain’t got a liscense
But garage is full of foreigns (vroom)
3 on my hip
Takin’ shots like I’m Gordon
Aye aye
Blue bills
How I’m crippin’
In Texas where they sinnin’
But still wearin True Religion
Aye aye
Everybody know I’m different
Went and f**ked a waitress
So I only stick the tip in
Aye aye
I ain’t stayin’ in a box
And if he want the smoke
Then we can pull up on his block
Aye aye
Bussin’ in the AP
Got a b*t*h in Malibu
Tryna get crazy
Aye aye
Y’all n***as actin’ sweet
Actin for the cameras
Told that n***a say cheese (pose)
Aye aye
Y’all stupid for real
It ain’t jokes
Is this how y’all n***as movin’ for real?
VVS in my chain
How I do it for real
Bussin’ with the AP
Shi’ coolin’ for real
If I put it in my songs
Then I do it for real
All y’all n***as writin’ verses
I be shootin’ fr
Yuh hold up
Oak Cliff bouta go up
Think that we could teleport
The way my n***as show up
Yuh hold up
Can’t nobody try to hold us
N***a actin’ sweet
Pull up on him like a roll up
Hold up
Aye
1200 sh*t
YMM sh*t
Free Hollywood
Aye aye
Aye it’s 408
Straight gang way
Oak Cliff baby
Aye
I been MIA
Chasin’ chicken
Baby Glock
But it’s still gotta hit him
Made bills blue
My pockets crippin’
Shoutout Lil Kay
Everybody know he crippin’
If he talkin’ foul
Finna hit him in his fitted
How you want the feat
But whine ‘bout that ticket?
Aye
We pull up to your block
But the gang had it slipping
Yeah it’s real life
You playin with your life b*t*h
I got real street sweepers
They gon’ sweep sh*t
And I was smokin’ on that gas
Couldn’t feel sh*t
And I was really on that play
Came back rich b*t*h
If I get caught up in that jam
I won’t say sh*t
Bro was knocked off next day
He was plugged in
Shoutout my partner Tay
He a band today
It’s 1200
F**k 13
Runnin’ off on em
If he talkin’ foul
Finna lay some lil’ shots on him
Aye aye
Yeah
And that’s facts b*t*h
Shoutout lil bro
We was just up in that trap b*t*h
Aye aye
Yeah
Now run it back b*t*h
Swerve sent a opp
Breakin’ down we finna catch him
Aye, aye
I been MIA
But I’m comin’ back
If any n***a tryna play (yeah)
Stacks in my bag everyday
Like my birthday
Duo you ain’t never seen before
Make the world shake
Aye, aye
F**kin’ up the beat
B*t*h I’m next up
Shoot that n***a
Send him to the ER when I check up
Keep talkin’ that sh*t
I’ll make sure your homie rest up
Never makin mid
N***as only get the best of
Aye aye
And I got a Glock to kill
Y’all n***as buy straps
Just to say that you for real (huh?)
Aye aye
N***a tell me what’s the deal (what?)
How y’all be hangin with rats
Then get mad when they squeal?
Aye aye
And this comin’ from the 3
N***as rappin’ bout sh*t
That you ain’t never seen
Aye aye
Say they life is a movie
Cause they watchin’ through a lens
And they never do it
Aye aye
N***a crippin’ in my forces
Pu**y n***a tryna hide
Come and kick the door in
I ain’t got a liscense
But garage is full of foreigns (vroom)
3 on my hip
Takin’ shots like I’m Gordon
Aye aye
Blue bills
How I’m crippin’
In Texas where they sinnin’
But still wearin True Religion
Aye aye
Everybody know I’m different
Went and f**ked a waitress
So I only stick the tip in
Aye aye
I ain’t stayin’ in a box
And if he want the smoke
Then we can pull up on his block
Aye aye
Bussin’ in the AP
Got a b*t*h in Malibu
Tryna get crazy
Aye aye
Y’all n***as actin’ sweet
Actin for the cameras
Told that n***a say cheese (pose)
Aye aye
Y’all stupid for real
It ain’t jokes
Is this how y’all n***as movin’ for real?
VVS in my chain
How I do it for real
Bussin’ with the AP
Shi’ coolin’ for real
If I put it in my songs
Then I do it for real
All y’all n***as writin’ verses
I be shootin’ fr
Yuh hold up
Oak Cliff bouta go up
Think that we could teleport
The way my n***as show up
Yuh hold up
Can’t nobody try to hold us
N***a actin’ sweet
Pull up on him like a roll up
Hold up
