Miami

I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana

I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer

Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta

Grabba in my blunt and if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer

Bricks came in a duffle bag, I'm tryna build a house

He filled up the clip with teeth, he tryna pull 'em out

She tryna have some kids with me, I came all in her mouth

That bitch just sent the addy to your spot, we in your house

Drug dealing, I move like I'm Pablo in my city

Smuggling, I just crossed the border with 'bout 50

She tryna wear my chain, but she ain't tryna fuck the gang

Came up selling dope, how you think I got my name?

I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana

I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer

Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta

Grabba in my blunt and if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer

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I just dropped a four up in the sprite, that's a Dirty Diana

Stick came with the holographic sight, it turned him to a dancer

Might go throw that 'Lac on 22's, I feel like David Banner

100 bitches at the Fontainebleau and they all from Atlanta

All them bricks came triple sealed right to my grandma house

I was only seventeen, I already had sticks under the couch

Shit started getting iffy, I had to take the paper route

Now my crib ain't got no neighbors, I thank God I made it out

Doing a 100 on that 408, I put them on the chase

With my feet up out in Coco Kay, I'm running up this paper

Juggin' bows, it made the trap hot, I had to relocate

My lil' dawg could make that bag drop with Wells or BOA

I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana

I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer

Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta

Grabba in my blunt and if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer

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Beef could get hotter than a kitchen, I'm in cooking mode

Before I ever try to lay a verse, was fucking up the stove

I be getting money, popping Percs while y'all be going broke

You get in your feelings for these bitches, I'm like, "Fuck a ho"

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I just made a million off this shit, I need a million more

I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana

I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer

Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta

Grabba in my blunt And if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer

Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah

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