MIA (feat. Kap G)

Squad made the beat

Go Griz!

Winner's circle

I be paranoid, I gotta keep one in the head

I got like 30 on me, this Kel-Tec right in the bag

I got dirty money, I love it even though this shit is bad

I can't let none of these diamonds get into my head

And all my friends locked up got caught up in the feds

And all my sins washed up, yeah free my **** Sid

I be close to sayin' shit I ain't supposed to say

Sometimes I wanna go ghost, I might go MIA

Still screaming free the fam, they comin' home now

All this ice up on my neck, I got a cold now

How you real, you can't even walk through your hometown?

I'm barely home now, 30 on the road now

All in "M-I Yayo" like the Zoe Pound

Pussy boy you get no love, you get's no pound

Stand 10 toes now

My shooter lowdown

Racks can't fold now

My **** kickin' your door down

We ain't gonna punt on the 4th down

We on the hunt, we want more now

Roll me a blunt like I got more pounds

Right from the jump, we on now

Swear no more goin' broke now

Might do a show in your town

Wait 'til I bring that Ghost out

I'm on new skates no Roll Bounce

I be paranoid, I gotta keep one in the head

I got like 30 on me, this Kel-Tec right in the bag

I got dirty money, I love it even though this shit is bad

I can't let none of these diamonds get into my head

And all my friends locked up got caught up in the feds

And all my sins washed up, yeah free my **** Sid

I be close to sayin' shit I ain't supposed to say

Sometimes I wanna go ghost, I might go MIA

I might go MIA, bitches all up in my face

I don't go nowhere without my brothers, **** that's my gang

And all the hoes been in my space just gettin' in the way

I got like 30 on my fingers what more can I say?

And I got 30 on my fingers what more can I say, please?

I got **** on the block that shoot from deep like KD

Every night they sellin' white, but please don't call 'em Shady

I got too much on a fight so please don't try to play me

I got too much on a fight so please don't try to play me

I got a beam for the look, already got good aimin'

I got a team full of crooks, ain't really gotta look crazy

I put beans in the cup, yeah but that's my baby

I be paranoid, I gotta keep one in the head

I got like 30 on me, this Kel-Tec right in the bag

I got dirty money, I love it even though this shit is bad

I can't let none of these diamonds get into my head

And all my friends locked up got caught up in the feds

And all my sins washed up, yeah free my **** Sid

I be close to sayin' shit I ain't supposed to say

Sometimes I wanna go ghost, I might go MIA

I might go MIA

I might go MIA

MIA

I might go MIA