Miami Felly

[Intro]
All day on the highway, Miami
Leanin' sideway, know my ride look like candy
Fuck dem always (Yo, yo)
Squad ridin’ all day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
You don't mean it (Yuh)
I don't trust muhfuckers, looking wack in this bitch
I be ballin’ like Meech, I don't have an assist
If I pull up on a freak, might pass her the dick
I be zag ziggin', patent linen, patent leather
Big rhythms through Hell's Kitchen
Got bad women
Harsh liver, same jacket
Brain spinnin', foul livin' (Ugh)
Bitches know the cameras on, (Bitches)
What you think they actin' for?
Passin' for? (Bitches)
Don’t take away the break of dawn (Ugh)
Back and forth, I’ll tell ya what, I'll tell ya what
I take ya on a trip to south of Florida
Get the crib, get the girls, and pack the floor
Tell all the promoters to keep my bag in order
All cash so no tax reported
Muhfuckas stay