Lyrics MIAMI HEAT - AK Juice

The violins don't stop
Playin' music at night

Miami heat, hot as a bitch (the violins don't stop...)
I got too many niggas who want me deceased
Yeah, I'm a creep, sneak in your house with this .40
And bullet the boy in his sleep
We five deep, tooin' some choppas just lazily
Hanging around in the seat
Play, you're deceased, ain't finna lie on the track
I'ma ring out the Glock 'fore I squeeze

Ten toes deep
Don't need no buddy to murder
I step with my only two feet
Oh, so he P? So if I push up with choppas
I better not see the boy freeze
Hardest lil' teenager, straight off the muscle
I say it a lot 'cause I blew off my speech
No altercations, get popped like a bubble
You think you think gon' slide with the dissin' to me

All of my niggas be steppin', and slangin' them weapons
Don't think you protected from murder
Mama don't like how I'm talkin' 'bout killings
She think I'ma bullet without any purpose
Just dishing out beef like a muhfuckin' burger
You thinkin' 'bout beefin', come get you a serving
Put hours and hours into every beat
I'll be damned 'fore a fuck nigga say it ain't worth it

Don't make no promise yo' bitch ass can't keep
When you dissin', don't say you gon' blick on the set
Shorty said she like my voice, love the way I talk
And she know I don't cap when I threat
Shootin' this stick off the court, give a fuck 'bout a ball
If you foul, you get hit with this Tec
No, ain't no complaining, you hearing from me
When she pull up at midnight to use me for sex

Yeah, I'ma flex what I got and I get, 'cause I did it
Ain't have a handout from no other (yeah)
Realest young nigga, if both of us starving
I get me a sandwich to split with my brothers (split)
Make me a hit and another to feed all my bruddas
And break off a bit for my mother
Don't fuck with the cappin', these niggas be actin
Gon' say that they steppin', whole time undercover

Yeah, I'ma dumbass demon, deadass squeezin'
Fuck I'ma look like to die by a nigga?
Hand on the Glock, with the index on trigger
How the fuck you a pussy, but swear you a killer?
Oh, so he 'bout it, he flexin' on Trillers
Am I wrong as a bitch if I pull up and get 'em?
We havin' semis, just spamming the trigger
Ain't no talkin' 'bout steppin', just pull up and kill 'em

Miami heat, hot as a bitch
I got too many niggas who want me deceased
Yeah, I'm a creep, sneak in your house with this .40
And bullet the boy in his sleep
We five deep, tooin' some choppas just lazily
Hanging around in the seat (uh)
Play, you're deceased, ain't finna lie on the track
I'ma ring out the Glock 'fore I squeeze

All of my niggas be steppin', and slangin' them weapons
Don't think you protected from murder
Mama don't like how I'm talkin' 'bout killings
She think I'ma bullet without any purpose (purpose)
Just dishing out beef like a muhfuckin' burger
You thinkin' 'bout beefin', come get you a serving (get you a serving)
Put hours and hours into every beat
I'll be damned 'fore a fuck nigga say it ain't worth it (it ain't worth it)

Don't make no promise yo' bitch ass can't keep
When you dissin', don't say you gon' blick on the scene (no)
Shorty say she like my voice, love the way I talk
And she know I don't cap when I threat (when I threat)
Shootin' this stick off the court, give a fuck 'bout a ball
If you foul, you get hit with this Tec (Tec)
No, ain't no complaining, you hearing from me
When she pull up at midnight to use me for sex
Come here