#MIA!!! Lyrics

You better run when I pop that trunk, for shit get terrifying

Can't help but get turnt, turnt

Come around, acting cool, and get burnt, burnt

You don't need no driver's license for the Hurse, Hurse

Talking crazy, I'm gon' put you on a (shirt), yeah

Tell your friends and your momma to come over here

You bett not try to set me up, don't get no bright ideas

I got Simmons on my feet, like I know Madea

She gon' gargle up my meat, like she learned from Mia

Private jet to a island

When she land, she land on dick, I'm tryna fuck the pilot

Every bitch that I hit, something like a diamond

Every bitch that you get, come with hella mileage

If he talking on the net, he ain't one of mine

I see blue, green, blue, bitch, I'm colorblind

In the hood, all I seen was dead bodies, been through Columbine

I've send several headshots, I was tryna see the hoe inside

If you shoot that bitch, you better hit, cause ain't no second try

My lil' brother caught a body, he got demon eyes

All these niggas steady snitchin' and commit the crimes

I can peep when niggas faking, I can read the signs

You better run when I pop that trunk, for shit get terrifying

Can't help but get turnt, turnt

Come around, acting cool, and get burnt, burnt

You don't need no driver's license for the Hurse, Hurse

Talking crazy, I'm gon' put you on a (shirt), yeah

Tell your friends and your momma to come over here

You bett not try to set me up, don't get no bright ideas

I got Simmons on my feet, like I know Madea

She gon' gargle up my meat, like she learned from Mia

Can't help but get turnt, turnt

Come around, acting cool, and get burnt, burnt

You don't need no driver's license for the Hurse, Hurse

Talking crazy, I'm gon' put you on a (shirt), yeah

Tell your friends and your momma to come over here

You better not try to set me up, don't get no bright ideas

I got Simmons on my feet, like I know Madea

She gon' gargle up my meat, like she learned from Mia