MIA
Aye aye
Aye
1200 shit
YMM shit
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 bitch
I got real street sweepers
They gon’ sweep shit
And I was smokin’ on that gas
Couldn’t feel shit
And I was really on that play
Came back rich bitch
If I get caught up in that jam
I won’t say shit
Bro was knocked off next day
He was plugged in
Shoutout my partner Tay
He a band today
It’s 1200
Fuck 13
Runnin’ off on em
If he talkin’ foul
Finna lay some lil’ shots on him
Aye aye
Yeah
And that’s facts bitch
Shoutout lil bro
We was just up in that trap bitch
Aye aye
Yeah
Now run it back bitch
Swerve sent a opp
Breakin’ down we finna catch him
Aye, aye
I been MIA
But I’m comin’ back
If any nigga tryna play (yeah)
Stacks in my bag everyday
Like my birthday
Duo you ain’t never seen before
Make the world shake
Aye, aye
Fuckin’ up the beat
Bitch I’m next up
Shoot that nigga
Send him to the ER when I check up
Keep talkin’ that shit
I’ll make sure your homie rest up
Never makin mid
Niggas only get the best of
Aye aye
And I got a Glock to kill
Y’all niggas buy straps
Just to say that you for real (huh?)
Aye aye
Nigga 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
Niggas rappin’ bout shit
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
Nigga crippin’ in my forces
Pussy nigga 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 fucked 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 bitch in Malibu
Tryna get crazy
Aye aye
Y’all niggas actin’ sweet
Actin for the cameras
Told that nigga say cheese (pose)
Aye aye
Y’all stupid for real
It ain’t jokes
Is this how y’all niggas 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 niggas writin’ verses
I be shootin’ fr
Yuh hold up
Oak Cliff bouta go up
Think that we could teleport
The way my niggas show up
Yuh hold up
Can’t nobody try to hold us
Nigga actin’ sweet
Pull up on him like a roll up
Hold up