​miami Glo

[Intro]
(Swi-Swishrr beats, cash money—)
Yeah

[Chorus]
This bitch from Miami but I flew her out to ClayCo
Running up the racks, you know it costs 'cause I'm an a-hole
Me and all my bros got different bitches, never same hoes
I might step out, put on something different then I change clothes, yeah
I pull out this switch and make them niggas froze-up
Bitch, I feel I admit these drugs they make me slower
Back then I was young, a nigga had to grow up
And since I was a jit had a chip on my shoulder
Said what you said, stand on it
Lil' nigga, better pipe down
Man, 'fore I got my hand on it
I'll shoot this bitch right now
I was thinking in the rain, nigga
I'ma fuck her with the lights out
I'm in LA sippin' pain, nigga
I done came up with the same niggas

[Verse]
AR15, it got range, nigga
New whip, this shit push-start
And my niggas really lane switching
Since they fuckin' with a superstar
My pockets fed me, and my niggas always living large
Gotta stay safe inside the city, they know who we are
I'm smoking coco, smells so shitty, I ain't popping bars
These niggas bitches, acting pitty, get the fuck from 'round me
Ten on his head, I turn that boy into a fucking bounty
King of this shit, like when the hell them niggas finna crown me?
Yeah, roll my dro, sip lean slow, pour up four
Let me know you wanna come to the Four
'Cause I know clothes and Designer hoes