[Intro:]

Oohhhh

Introduce (introduce)

Mr. (mr.) Three (yep) O (yep) Five'

Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [x4]



[Verse 1:]

This for the boy who went to Tennessee

Listening to MJG, breaking 'em birds and 8 Ball

Be careful with them keys

Don't hesitate the squeeze

Watch out for them fans cause they hate y'all

Begging counts over seas

When the fast come for me

All they gon' found is cities

No wait dog

But wait dog

Cause Pity's back

Bigger, better, stronger

It's all right you can hate dog

But don't be surprised

Even thought you like Nicolas Cage

And blow you motherfuckin' face off

Who the fuck wanna face off

Cause my bullet is ready to cock, aim and bang

 Show the world what is mean to be born n raised

And home of the cage that's the(chrome and paint)

Cause he uses a straight face

And he'll shoot AK

He will kick you and blow

So I suggest to do what they say

These are the facts of life

Mines are the three bitches

They don't rat no more

All they do is snitchin'

I went to no pot, the piston, to get in touch

How to whip out the pot in the kitchen

Listen

Cook, cook

Whip, Whip

Chop, Chop

Oohhhh

Hit the shot stop, look, stop, drop, roll

Hit the block tell them fins stock the gold

Use to be my life but not no more

Fuck it



Hop on a bucket of hot legs, fuck it [x4]



[Chorus:]

Sittin' on banana clips, you want banana clips

Now that's some Miami shit

Give me yo big ol' shit, with a ton of bricks

Now that's some Miami shit

Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's

Now that's some Miami shit

That's what, that's right [x3]

I'm from Miami bitch



[Verse 2:]

I eave, sit, shit talk right

You see that semi 45 L.I. yeah I buck that

I never thought but I thought that

 Give him a brick, baking soda and a pica and he's broad bad

Pirates and biases I bring it back

How you want it, from a stolen microwave

How you want it, high or yellow or light brown

I ain't feelin' nothing man

I gotta fell it where the pipes at?

Let's ride out a woman in a summer day

Money is to jack are everyday in day

That's how JT Money got his name

Miami is the equal is tons of cocaine

That's what we grew up

Learn to do

These cubes is the attention to a bird or two

Keep actin' like these boys will murder you

You hear the sun ain't the only thang burnin' you

This where the bitches go two way

Niggas love gon' play

And try to go equal to one way

If you know what I'm talkin' about

You from Day

And if you don't then

Welcome to where I've been raised

Nevada

Welcome to where I've been raised

The cribs

Welcome to where I've been raised

Magic City

Welcome to where I've been raised

Real fast count it a day

Let's ride



Hop on a bucket of hot legs

Step on the gas

Step on the gas, fuck it [x2]



[Chorus:]

Sittin' on banana clips, you want banana clips

Now that's some Miami shit

Give me yo big ol' shit, with a ton of bricks

Now that's some Miami shit

Chevy's on 22's, 24's, 26's

Now that's some Miami shit

That's what, that's right [x3]



I'm from Miami bitch