MIA - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, Kap G

Squat made the beat

Go Grizz!

Winner’s circle

I be paranoid, I gotta keep one in the head

I got like 30 on me, this killtec 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 nigga Ced

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 these millions like the Zoe Pound

Pussy boy you get no love, you gets no pound

Stand 10 toes down

My shooters lowdown

Racks came four down

My niggas kickin' your door down

We ain’t gon' punt on the fourth down

We don’t know how we want more now

Roll me your blunt, I got more pound

Straight from the junk, we on now

Swear no more going broke now

Might do a show in your town

Wait 'til I bring that Ghost out

I’m on them skates, no Roll Bounce

I be paranoid, I gotta keep one in the head

I got like 30 on me, this killtec 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 nigga Ced

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, nigga 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 niggas 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 killtec 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 nigga Ced

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