Gone MIA

[Intro]
Mm, mm-mm, blrrrd-blrrrd (Once again, Im locked in with TP)
Ayy, ayy (We finna make a hit), mm, mm-mm
Blrrrd, blrrrd -blrrrd
[Verse]
**** it, woke up, I drop a ten (Yeah), cause its just how Im feelin (Feelin)
Favorite strap when Im outta state (Travel), all the shots comin with me (Blrrrd)
Slimeball, coated McLaren, tryna see if it go two-fifty (Yeah)
I sipped the whole eight to the face (Face), not made but this time I was trippin (Damn)
Ayy, ayy, now maybe this time I was trippin (Yeah)
It aint no squashin shit with me, if I took somethin, then deal with it (**** em)
Im really livin, not just rappin (Ayy), still active, still spinnin (Spinnin)
She gon **** me off the rip (Rip) when she read whats up on this pendant (God)
VVSs on me water wet, but dont try to jump in it (Nope)
Load up the chop, get in position (Sition), its time to go handle business (Get bus)
And we live off em, B-B-A (Ayy), this bankroll, bitches, ammunition (Yeah)
Cartier my E-T-A, cant check the time, these diamonds hittin (Damn, damn, blrrrd)
Cant check the time, these diamonds hittin (Nope)
For my shooters birthday, I bought him the Glock and the FN (Blrrrd)
Big Shiesty for president, they let him in, hes in the industry
He had his taco out, we pushed it back like J.F. Kennedy (Hahaha)
Still crazy how we blew up rap and soon I ran outta luck(Yeah)
Probably let out the gang, this shit was on me if I listen up (Listen up)
Got killers in the pen, watch who you talk around, they stick you up (Shh)
As soon as I feel uncomfortable, grab the Carbon and let it bust (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Amen Trey, they was in middle school with choppers big as us (God)
The loudest niggas in the room gon be the first to get hit up (Blrrrd)
Know we put niggas in the blender, celebrate with double cup
Turn anaconda for them hunnids, aint no niggas slime as us
Yeah, I was *** *ed up, down bad, they used to put me last (Last)
I hang by the shooters, who gon be the one to pass?
These lame-ass niggas actin gangsta (Blrrrd), fakin like they finna crash
Got sixty thousand, all blues well-secured in this Louis bag
All blues well-secured in this Louis bag (Ayy, yeah)
It aint too many niggas that can go back where they grew up at (My shottas)
Know you and all your niggas was rats, just go back where the sewer at (On God)
You cross me once, thats where you die, and no, it aint no comin back (No)
Aint none of you niggas my slimes (Slimes), dont come around screamin, 'Slatt'
Three chains around my neck so I put 1017 on my back (On my back)
So icy Shiesty, always hittin up, gon be hard to lose (Lets go)
My story like Tony Montanas, I might write a book (Write a book)
My F&N sittin on the counter, watch the camera while I cook (While I cook)
Ayy, go take Shiesty out your name, I heard you got your rifle took (You pussy)
[Outro]
Pussy (Haha)
Heard you got your rifle took (Hahaha), pussy
You ****in pussy (** **in pussy)
Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd (Hahaha, the biggest)
Big Blrrrd, blrrrd (Ooh)