$oova, YMM D-Lo - MIA lyrics

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