6am in Miami

Lyrics

I'ma lay it up Wizzo Whadup nigga South Beach Shit Miami dance to the Crooked 4 Life It's 6AM in miami I'ma think about timing I am truncus[?] for life And the realest boy on the planet The Niggas out here just getting chip And Bitches just getting dick Tell this world i am killing shit Tell these rappers, quit stealing shit I am really that nigga now No question marks and commas We hitting atlanta next I set the play up with drama Presidential my wrist The yellow gold be obama Bitch i'ma terrorist threat They done resurrected osama I Drop the album for when My double disk come to summer These niggas lying, I barely talk I just speak through my numbers I don't wash my dirty hands, now I got shooters to dump you You get big headed with me Flachet top, like you my chauffer I took my dallas to south beach Ain't too much out of reach I'm back for my spot so nigga Just get your ass out of my seat Don't speak about what i am about to be I am just practicing what i preach I rap about what i really live They just rapping about what they see This shit here be a SOP So shout out to this hennesey Tied to me over mine mix The more i get this lean I am I.N.G.L.E forever No second guessing S.O.X. until the death You know the set i am reppin My niggas ain't the CCW Use the concealed weapon We stash rugers in ubers Even the chauffer feels threatened All this game i got I must been a Pimp in my past life Tell Sosa I'm coming back I need my one and half my Who is you to me ? Because truefully, if it be you or me All that ever shoots in woop woops That's how you know skeme S.G. and O.D.B. for nigga that might go for <3 Charging you what? I have been duke That bitch, a hoe for free Crooked You bitch, I am on a bus And Ain't no giving a fuck Ain't got no shirt on the miami beach What's happening Gold on my chest Yeah nigga Chichi get the yayo Bitch