Miami Beach

(الألبوم: No More Looney - 2014)

Yo, look, money's running and I'm tryna get it
See I'm sure about my link so I never sweat it
My North chick man, I had her on her knees
Hitting shots from the celly, call it blackberry cheese
Leave your girl wet when she gets to free willy
If I need my doughnuts then I might phone Diddy
Flipped two packs last night, it's no biggie
Pagan tried a ting, he didn't get the P did he
Had a couple dirty chicks but I rinsed them
Act down, you could get sky, Simpsons
My connect pinged, said he's got four Z's
So we loaded up his dough fast, that's a three G
Your normal bars don't hurt, I'm the ghost type
Lyrics over your heads like a post light
These virgin ass rappers ain't banging dog
Sit them up then I'll start splashing like a Magikarp
I've got bruddas pressing metal like they're benching
Slip once, get yourself poked like we're fencing
This ain't UFC so no I won't fix a fight
Beef, tie my Superdons, we'll fly up in your crib tonight
Plastic in your chest like Heidi
Mandem see me floating on the strip, fine P
I don't fight G, please don't even remind me
Couple youngers getting ticked off like some Nikes
You ain't rich yet, brudda you've been slanging wrong
Nerds getting boxed up, call it Amazon
Or eBay, I ain't on a delay
I'm the top boy with the bars, brudda TJ
White girl, white ass, that's white choc
Have her back it up and start shuffle like a iPod
I don't date chicks but [?]
See her arch [?], and I come quick