A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, Kap G - MIA Lyrics

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 my yayo light a sold pound
Pussy boy you get no love, you gets no pound
Stand 10 toes down
My shit is 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 like I'm old pounds
Straight from the junk, we on now
Swear no more go 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