Текст песни Miami - Mastad0n

Hopped in the county I smiled in my mug
You know I won′t do no shows in the club
I got a green dot, it looks like a bulb
Steppers like OJ, they move with them gloves
Sipping that purp, I've got Wock in my burp
Don′t make me spin on your block like Lil Durk
Not clocking in but we moving the work
Imma stand on my ten and step on your toes
We be dropping them squares like they're dominoes
You can keep the paper give me bricks for the show
I'm in Houston really swanging them bows
Hit the trap they got exotic and lows
The hood a jungle, we gone mob in a Jag
Tried to hit the plane with glocks in the bag
Rob a nigga for some Robin′s jeans
And then I keep them in the dresser, no popping tags
Versace carpet gotta live like Aladdin
I′m with my migo in the trap really dabbing
Fuck your niggas and the grave that you grabbing for
Keep on talking, then it gets really tragic
You ain't got a TV, you don′t want no static
Jatran bus down, walking with a Patek
I've been the same and I just started having
How did he do it? They′re asking, "what happened?"

Aye
Running up on my stain
Nigga tried to test me for my frame
Florida drop, big Biscayne
Pop me two beans then I hop on a plane
Overseas, I can't drive in the left lane
Slide in the hooptie, it′s wood in that grain
Downing that drank, upping my rank
National nigga, got too many banks
Aye
Running up on my stain
Nigga tried to test me for my frame
Florida drop, big Biscayne
Pop me two beans then I hop on a plane
Overseas, I can't drive in the left lane
Slide in the hooptie, it's wood in that grain
Downing that drank, upping my rank
National nigga, got too many banks

We were the team with supreme
Good ninety three, never on E
Serving that poison like we BBD
Testing my shooter, how good is your three?
We like them baptisms, float in a creek
Throwing your soul away like it′s debris
Smoking your homie, he rolled in a leaf
I got a four-four it′s tucked in the briefs
Nerdy since middle school, didn't have to cheat
Niggas turfing since middle school, all in the street
They was banging that VL, that Stone and GD
Mommas looking in grief, they were cooking that beef
We were always in church, but we ran with the sheep
We were off of the beans, we ain′t getting no sleep
Now we like Lebron, we balling
Feeling like I found my calling
Gotta ship out packs in the morning
Do you know the niggas I extorted?
Hold the gun when I'm recording
Got Haitians out in Florida
Come and take a ride inside that pink Mercedes
Yeah
I could never wet my wick, I gotta stay lit

Aye
Running up on my stain
Nigga tried to test me for my frame
Florida drop, big Biscayne
Pop me two beans then I hop on a plane
Overseas, I can′t drive in the left lane
Slide in the hooptie, it's wood in that grain
Downing that drank, upping my rank
National nigga, got too many banks
Aye
Running up on my stain
Nigga tried to test me for my frame
Florida drop, big Biscayne
Pop me two beans then I hop on a plane
Overseas, I can′t drive in the left lane
Slide in the hooptie, it's wood in that grain
Downing that drank, upping my rank
National nigga, got too many banks