M.I.A by Turntsnaco Lyrics

This week I had to cut some some niggas off
Niggas be fake as shit
This year I had my phone on silent, niggas ain’t saying shit

Told my homie I ain’t playing nigga
Don’t say it rather spray it nigga
That’s why I spit real shit yeah
I got to paint the picture


Don’t let niggas too close to me
I only keep God and my pistol around me
Demons they tried to take me and my mental
A lot of y’all niggas don’t know what I been through

Praying to God hoping I get better
Every verse is like a suicide letter
I ain’t blaming my ex bitch
But things was better way before I had met her

Whatever the weather
I never will let em
Beat me in this battle
I know that I have em
I know that I got it
I got
Extra money in my pocket

Extra fakes in my life
Hate on me, well that’s fine
Put life on the line
Poetic words in my rhymes
Every word is divine
Thanks for wasting my time

Click clock
Here on the dot
Hate on my shine
I thought that y’all niggas knew I can’t be stopped
Y’all don’t want smoke like I cook in a
Pot
She took my heart and then tied it in
Knots
Ima be laughing when all set and
Done
Fuck that little bitch niggas Ima
Move on
Get me a baddie, nah get me a
Ton
And never look back on the track that I run
Hassan Whiteside carry the
Heat
I’ll let it loose like a dog on a leash
All of my nigga yeah we gotta eat
Fuck shit that Ima whip up a feast
I use a knife when I pick at my teeth
I never text back I just swipe and delete
I been M.I.A like what happened to me

Snaco!