Miami

Lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Ayy (BangThatShit) Nigga [Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Man, money be the root of all evil, man, I ain't lyin' to you Granny asked me why I be ridin' with them guns, I feel like lyin' to her Man, [?] jumper do his thing out in LA just like LeBron, nigga Pussy good, neck better, shit, I be flyin' to her Man, big truck, Double R sittin' on the front In Miami rollin' 'Woods of exotic, I'm with Chuck Man, brodie ridin' Lamborghini, top down, there go Nuk We grabbed some liquor for the hoes, grab some pills and go up You gotta play it right And she like, "They be callin' you Wack Jumper, that meanin' you a player, right?" Been tellin' me how she so mean, I think she really nice Man, I be fuckin' up with hoes, shit, I can't get it right But I know how to make some pros off a roll like a pair of dice [Verse 2: Nuk] Like a gun club, you know we gon' travel with our heat I be tellin' hoes to meet me in Miami like Jacquees From a thousand miles away, said to my opps that they some dead men When you can't find an Instagram model, we got her legs spread Told TeeJaee, "We like the hot boys in like '99" Been runnin' shit since '95 Me and Glock be on the same thing, we make it rain just like a cloudy sky Leave a couple thousand in Off-White and still be feelin' like it's not a lot Even when brodie be playin', I know he for real TeeJaee be thinkin' like lick him, I'm thinkin' like drill I'm keepin' my GlockBoy with Juando 'cause we know bullets kill We ain't just hoppin' out of whips, boy, you gotta know we skilled [Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] They say all dogs go to Heaven, well, this a Hellcat Man, she look good as hell, but all my niggas fucked her, she a ho [?] Hundred deep, a hundred guns, man, we don't protest If we outside wavin' signs, we got our hands in the air like we under arrest Nigga, man, you gon' fuck up a couple times, that's how you get it right Man, [?] deep, I might still in live tonight after I leave the mic' Man, Instagram hoes, we turned 'em into clean dykes We got hoes fuckin' hoes that they ain't seen in they life The hood probably think I'm famous Shit, before I went to Cali, I ate bae bae with the Draco like hurricane niggas Kept it real, before all this rappin' shit, I been made a hit We stopped robbin' niggas, kill him once the lick Get you a bitch, you ain't scared to get a trick Right now I got the AR on me, I don't ride with no lil' blick I need a lot of rounds The pussy good, shit, I might fly her with me out of town Shit, I'm with Ant, you know he play above the rim just like Miles [Verse 4: Nuk] Call me a dog, that's what they all say, 'cause I play in they mouth Tellin' hoes that I don't ball play 'cause I play on the Hound We really sideline niggas, send 'em to the pound I would say that y'all all say, but that'd be me lyin' Since I got that white, boy, I shoot like Chris Muller now Know it's Double R if I tell brodie bring that bulon out I always pick a spot where comments ain't allowed We really pop shit, boy, we don't go off word of mouth Still can serve you in a drought I be in Miami, still got birdies in the house I'm too smooth, I get off the trans, and went and stopped Pistol whip him, so I'm thinkin' beat him with the stock They wanna know if brodie really with the scamin' or he Glock Hate it when the opps turn to fans on me Hate it worse when I'm on that and they get scram on me Remember stackin' rubber band money 'til it pile up Now I'm in the whip with so much money, I can't tie it up