MIA lyrics

[Intro: The Big Homie]
(Damn, Tye, you made this b*tch too?)
(MIA JAY C)
Yop
Worry 'bout it, don't even worry 'bout me
Hmm, 'cause I'm a certified tweaker
n*gga a certified tweaker

[Verse 1: The Big Homie]
I done turned my back and n*ggas stabbed me, huh, knew that sh*t was gon' happen
Should've upped and start blastin', but still don't give no passes
Cuz done got 'em gone, that sh*t like magic, huh, I wonder what happened
Long story short, them n*ggas lackers, worry 'bout it, huh
Bro we up score, n*gga, chill out then, he still tryna get out in the field
Got three yops in case one jam, ridin' fishbowl tryna catch a salе
Whole time, n*gga duckin', dodgin' me, huh, n*gga can't duck thеse bullets
Huh (No), n*gga can't duck no fully
Huh, yop, all my n*ggas some bullies (Hmm)

[Verse 2: Diddy Da Don & YBN Lil Bro]
Mhm
I tried to shoot first, you know TayTay, he a ballhog
Hit her off that Perc', ain't no work, made her call off
The ho asked me what I'm worth, an M if I round off
b*tch, I'm just a certified stepper who became a boss
Every time a n*gga say my name, I go make 'em talk
I shouldn't've let that pus*y live, damn, but he can't even walk
Been sittin' on a n*gga crib for twenty minutes, he finally pulled up
Hop out, give him fifty bucks, but that was not enough
We want all them n*ggas' blood (Hell yeah, yup)
[Verse 3: YBN Lil Bro]
I know what I did, I ain't tryna talk
Can't believe what I saw
Miss my n*gga, but don't worry 'bout it, knock his ass off
Bro'nem got them fast-ass cars, we f*ck bad broads
Been had jaws
Ten toes, get me in that b*tch, I'ma stand tall
I'm a f*ckin' beast

[Verse 4: GMO Stax]
You know the hook can't f*ck with me
Chopper push him up the street
f*ck them n*ggas up the street
They know that it's up with me
b*tches double dutchin', tryna peep
I don't like this opp pack, you can taste his dirty ass all in this f*ckin' weed
And this sh*t came with seeds
When you see me, cop a plea
See you out, you coppin' pleas
b*tch my number-one fan, she like the way I style on beats

[Verse 5: The Big Homie]
Long live the mafia
I can't do sh*t for no b*tch, go ask your spouse or somethin'
sh*t, I'm quick to kick a b*tch out my pad, better set the play or somethin'
b*tch, I'm beefin' with your cousin, tried to kill him, he's with your brother
I can't think, too much sh*t on my mind, the drugs gettin' to me
I can't ride with thirty shots, I need at least a hundred and fifty
[Outro: The Big Homie]
Don't worry about it, n*gga