You Can't Get A Verse

(专辑： MIA Season 2 - 2019)

[Babyface Ray:]
(Jose the Plug)
Yeah
Some shit just be out my hands, man
They be like, "Ray, why you don't be doing this?"
Why you be doing that?
You need to focus up, son
Get off that lean, man, that lean fucking with you
Nah, nigga, you fucking with me, huh, stop talking to me

Broke the law, broke these bitches' hearts, tell me where to start
I ride with poles, super paranoid, pay me like it's art
She left with mine so I dog 'em all, baby left me scarred
I heard you had the bag, lil' nigga, but you dropped the ball
Bro was in the game first, shit, I'm Marc Gasol
I was in it headfirst, I ain't scared at all
I thought we was off the hook, but he brought the dogs
I ain't finna tell you shit, let me get a call
Niggas sending hate through the hoes, that's for bitches, ho
I found out you got it right there, I'm Money Mitching, though
Blue hundreds got on rubber band, I don't Crip at all
I don't really need a bitch for shit but a rental car
I'm running out of patience, heard you running out of paper
Running off on niggas, if I whack you, it's a statement
Whack my baby mama, she keep playing with my baby
Finally got a plug, just had a meeting with a label
And I don't wanna talk if it ain't M's on the table
Free my nigga G, we counted M's on that table
Rest in peace to Soda, man, he ain't here and that shit crazy
I wanna thank all my old hoes 'cause they made me
Rest in peace to Reek, I ain't forgot about you, baby
They tryna slam my hand like I forgot when niggas hated
I showed up to LA, but I just started in the latest
Double cup shawty, bitch, you know I'm medicating
Niggas say a lot, but they can't tell you that I'm faking
A nigga had to cross state lines just to shake it

[Wanski:]
A nigga had to cross state lines just to make it
Always out of town, no more time in that basement
These niggas got all the time, but no paper
I'm fresh off the 'Hound, what's your kind? What's your flavor?
Shit so hard, it break razors
Brodie on the yard with a razor
Niggas sending hate through these hoes, that's what bitches do
I find out you doing that ho shit, that's your finish move
AR hold some shit, hit you in the living room
Naw, that ain't my little bitch, she just get my rentals to me
Money made me crazy, money made you niggas hate me
Fucking with the, whew, I can double up my paper
Barehanded tripping in here playing with it, baby
All solid niggas, ain't no hams at this table
And I don't wanna hear that money shit, you ain't got enough
Had a ho send him on a dummy and we shot him up
I'm the type to hit a hit city and I drop it up
Unc' got me on the bus smelling loud as fuck

[Babyface Ray:]
And I don't wanna talk if it ain't M's on the table
Free my nigga G, we counted M's on that table
Rest in peace to Soda, man, he ain't here and that shit crazy
I wanna thank all my old hoes 'cause they made me

[DT Tha Kidd:]
I ain't go to college like, "Fuck an education"
Get me a good plug that supply 'em, I'm gon' make it
Weed so strong, got a nigga heart racing
Ball every day, I don't wait for no occasion
Bitch, this a money run, this ain't no vacation
Always stay fresh, you can catch me in the latest
Fell in love with lean since the first time I taste it
Always been me, I ain't never had to fake it, nigga
Y'all tuned in to the life of a real nigga
How I got good relationships with all the drug dealers
Bitches lying to they niggas just so they can fuck with us
I ain't showing love to niggas if they don't fuck with us
Rest in peace Wayne, rest in peace Thump
Rest in peace my nigga Brick, I got a couple in the trunk
I could put one on your head, I could get a nigga slumped
Go'n break the 'Woods down, man, I'm tryna blow these Runtz