M.I.A

Alright, alright, alright Yo Genaro, yo Genaro, yo Genaro Don't don't don't don't don't Uh, uh, uh Texting and texting I don't respond, she know what time I'm on I don't got time for stress but got time for checks,so I go and make these songs They start hating but I still feel glad Haters real mad, hope they girl real bad I'ma take this bitch, have her real life mad She was emo in the net, now she real life sad How you mad that you sent her a message You not in the lead, try throw like a MLB Remember at Ken Griffey's, 24's on my feet Had me feeling like Kobe Bitch, you got left on seen, she see the team, Watch turn around and bust it Since she in the prime, she can't settle for nothing I know she a bird so we, we fucking Bro sent a, so I know that he clutching He tweet like a, so he know that we coming but i'm YB Hashtag stop the violence Some of y'all niggas keep wilding Some mines too so I can't keep styling She got the Cardis, I know she got mileage I'm in this bitch, she don't care about shit Her fit is a message , she lit in this bitch Don't hit my phone, no or MIA Can't you get away from me Don't wanna send my from like the CIA You go wait and see I be cooking this shit, f*ck a recipe Leave me alone, don't message me They love the hate, love stressing me Nobody getting the best of me Don't hit my phone, no or MIA Can't you get away from me Wanna know what's in my phone like the CIA You go wait and see I be cooking them shit, f*ck a recipe Leave me alone, don't messenge me They love to hate, love stressing me Nobody getting the best of me Like A Boogie I put on my hoodie I walk through the rain in the jungle Don't walk through struggles know this shit gon' come, gotta hustle Why she gon' copy my swag off the muscle How you wanna rover, but you don't got range She just wanna message, she don't care about a thing She was running like Sonic, now she ran out of rangs I'm the hood til I slip, get them hyped like Get them hyped like cocaine Bitch got gas like propane Niggas wanna talk, hit no stains Niggas ain't mad, count my shit like grains of rice Nigga got shot while he's rolling on dice I don't speak that shit Don't hit my phone, no or MIA Can't you get away from me Know what's in my phone like the CIA You gon' wait and see I be cooking up shit, f*ck a recipe Leave me alone, don't message me They love to hate, love stressing me Nobody getting the best of me Don't call my phone, no or MIA Can't you get away from me Wanna know what's in my phone like the CIA you gon' wait and see I be cooking up shit, f*ck a recipe Leave me alone, don't message me They love to hate, love stressing me Nobody getting the best of me Don't call my phone