(Intro)
I'mma lay it out
Wizo wuddup nigga?
South Beach shit
Might need to bounce to the crib first
(Verse)
It's 6 AM in Miami
I'm thinkin bout timin
I'm drunk, that's how I laugh, I'm the realest boy on the planet
These niggas out here just getting chip
And bitches just getting dick
Tell this world that I'm killin shit
Tell these rappers they stealin shit
I'm really that nigga now
No question marks or commas
We hittin Atlanta next, I set the play up with Drama
Presidential my wrist,
That yellow gold be Obama
Bitch I'm a terrorist threat
They done resurrected Osama
I dropped a album for one of my double dims come in summer
These niggas lyin, I'd better talk, I just speak through the numbers
I done wash my dirty hands, now I got shooters to dump you
You get bigheaded with me flat, you clap yo mind shrunk
But I took my balance to South Beach
Ain't too much out of reach
I'm back on my spot so nigga just get yo ass out my seat
Don't speak what I'm bout be, I'm just practicing what I preach
I rap without Ritalin, they just rappin bout what they see
This shit is raw, be SOP, so shout out this Hennessey
Probably be over my next one when I get this lean
I'm out here GLA forever, no second guessing
SOS until the death, you know the set that I'm reppin
My niggas there, we CTW's that come to the weapon
We stashin rugas in uvas
Even the chauffeur feel threatened
All this game I got I must've been a pimp in my past
Like Duck Sauce, I'm coming back, I need my 1 and a half
My crew was here to be
Cus truthfully if it be you or me
All they ever shots in whoop whoops that's how you know it's Skeme
Sg and ODB for nigga, I might go 3
Charging you what? I've been with Duke, that bitch a hoe for free
Fuck it
(Outro)
Ya bitch
I'm on a bus and ain't giving no fuck
I ain't got no shirt on in Miami bitch, what's happenin
Gold on my chest, yea nigga
Chichihadiyaya
Bitch