4AM In Miami

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm up, up, up Up, up, up Still soundin' like I'm heavensent [Verse] Yeah, shoutout to Bricks, I'm out the misi I've been walkin' out the strip, I'm gettin' busy To my cars and all the traffic rollin' with me I put on different kind of colors like a hippie In Miami, I've been flyin' that new Wraith, I'm outer space I've been thinkin', put a hundred on the faith ('Bout the K) Do where I'm from, man, you know you can't relate, ain't nothin' fake Driver with me when I'm walkin' out the bank Every time I walk in, put the 'fit on, then I cop it They runnin' out of options, I'm a photo, let me crop it And I don't even peep it if I know it ain't 'bout profit The motion on thе diamonds got 'em sick, it got 'em nauseous This Bеntley got me trippin', man, I'm leavin' and I'm swervin' Pull up back-to-back in Lambos and suburbans And I learned since I got rich, it ain't no curvin' This year, coach take me to the back before the sermon I got lit up off my EP, no a fee fee, they gon' eat eat My mama double CC, and I'm ballin', gotta repeat They think that they could be me, got the buckle, double GG They hate the way I'm ballin', every quarter, gotta see me I got water, you could ski me, Law & Order on my TV (On my TV, woah-woah) Man, I'm back up in that mood, I've been glidin' They've been tryna call me fly, I'm the pilot And I'm closer than you think, bro, you wildin' I got Armani in the stu' and I'm slidin' I've been tryna act surprised but I'm vibin' They've been tryna tell me bye, but I'm hidin' I got Louis on my sneakers A trip to Costa Rica, I'm ballin' with the reapers I never been a sleeper, it's not cheaper to keep her And this one for the geekers, and it was nice to meet ya My life is a movie, I've been actin', Queen Latifah I knew you was a tweaker, but you a leech You say that you a dog, we gotta see (Okay) And R.I.P your dog, I gotta preach These rappers got no bars, they out of reach I've been runnin' up a check again, I'm gettin' 'em upset again I'm crashin' the Corvette again, I love eatin' the Mexican I'm tryna go Patek again, don't live life of regret again You know that you tweakin', you sayin' my name, you gotta respect the jig And if they around, they dyin' 'bout four, they gotta protect the kid I keep goin' up and I've been in my brain, I stay where my tensions bring I'm the one they not messin' with, I don't stay with no matched Chanels If you think that you playin' with me, you ain't layin' with me, I ain't stressin' it I'm dolo inside of the Rover, look over your shoulder, don't think that it's over (It's over) I told her to cop me an Uber, I'm not tryna move if I know I ain't sober This the way that I gotta maneuver, I'm not tryna choose, yeah, I'm keepin' it cordial That lovin', no way that I'm ballin', you give me ten mil', I'ma jump in the porter Ayy, you tryna bust a move, I make it happen later If they keep lyin' on my top, I'ma decapitate 'em I add up these numbers in my phone, feel like a calculator If they tryin' playin' with my water, I evaporate 'em (On God)