MIA CYPHER (feat. NIATDO, Majin TG, Elevated $horty & LoudPack Glady) Video (MV)

In the cut with NIATDO you know we gonna hit (Got glady too)
I don't give a f*ck, or a shit, or a piss (Yeah, yeah)
Six-one-six mafia go and cry about it, bitch
You know that I'm in it with the choppa, it gon' hit (Bop, bop)
Exfoliate 'cha bitch, I might just pop you, like a zit (Like a zit)
'member, when they wasn't f*ckin' with me, now they on my dick (They on my dick)
I told 2gunns I aint playin', I aint givin' out no slip (Ha, don't slip)
I don't take psychedelics, told that bitch better not trip (Ah, ah) (Best not trip)
That addy keep me up, these thottie bitches make me sick (Make me sick)
I'm in M-I-A right now, we just flew in from Michigan (Michigan)
Don't ask to rap with Majin T- unless, you got that real motion (Motion)
I need to get my money quick, don't got no time for no bull-shit (Aye)
Hold-on, Hold-on, Lemme get $horty on this bitch (Aye)
Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, I been on my rich
'Finna send a pack to the Mitten with this shit (Yeah)
Who's to say you lit, Who's to say you big, Who's to say you did Who's to say you it
Who's to say you it, Bitch you are not him (Huh)
You not him (Him, him)
Stomp him out with timbs (Timbs, timbs)
Smoking on that hemp (Hemp, hemp)
We could never simp (Simp, simp)
Monkey on my back, Huh, I think it's a Chimp (Chimp, chimp)
Skrt, Skrt, Huh, Huh, Switchin' whips (Whip, whip)
To the face, Huh, Huh, smokin' zips (Zips, zips)
Pushin' P Huh, Huh, We gon' flip (Flip, flip)
Yeah, you know, I go flip a zip into a pound (Yeah)
Yeah, All that talkin' shit you know, It get ya clapped (What, what)
Yeah, Don't know why he shit talkin' put him in a grave (Erghhh)
Yeah, Bitch I'm Six-one-six in Miami out Brevard, Yeah (Six-one-six)
Out Brevard, made it far, huh (Made it far, huh)
I'm Blowing up, 'bout to crack just like a jar, Huh (Just like a jar)
Head, put up on yo head, (Head, head)
I'm seeing through the bushes, just like my vision infrared
I wack that boy myself, now I aint gotta call my kin (gotta call em nah)
And I aint never been the type to speak bout what I did (Bout what I did)
Yeah,
A lot of these rappers, acting hard, but they hardly hard (Not hard)
Laughin' to the bank with a bag of Knots I sound like hardy-har (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Watch up on my wrist, came from my pops, but I want a Audemars,
I'm in Miami right now, could've been in G.R. Just tryna' start my car (Skrt)
(Phew)
It's a shooting star (Yeah)
Focused on myself, I don't care bout who you are (Aye)
Made it cross the country, Made it truly far (Phew)
Six-one-six and L.C. you know we goin' hard (Yuh)
It's Getting hard to see, now I cant even see the start (Aye)(Huh)
I can't even see, Huh, yeah, Sippin' Wockhardt (Huh, Yeah0
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Danm, It's a push to start (Start, start)
Danm, Smokin' on the Opps, Danm, Like it is a cart (Danm)
Chillin' with the gang, (Gang, gang)
Like some rockstars (Stars, stars)