Miami

(album: Blessed Lil Bastards 3 - 2018)

[Lil Quill:]
Ro
Huh, yeah

[Lil Quill & Yung Mal:]
I just jumped on the yacht with some bad lil' tenders
I remember I was stuck on Candler, now a nigga richer
SS cruising 'round Biscayne, switching lanes
Call up migo, he gon' pull up with them thangs in the Sprinter
A bad bitch, a mamacita, she got ass and some dimples
Half Cuban, Puerto Rican, long hair down to her nipples
Baby, top back, get blown on Ocean Drive, smoking cookie
Top floor by the horizon, over the city, we be looking

[Lil Quill:]
I got the trap setting off on Kylie
A couple ninos who be wilding
Some bankrolls slouching to the side
I got them sandals made by Gucci
Get on the yacht and we be styling
Mama called me, say she proud of me
Remember was was walking Masis
Stuffing work off in the bricks
Floating licks, they be in Veneto
Can't rap just like burritos
Bad lil' tenders at the spot
They don't speak no englo'
XX with the tinted window
It's the weed from Puerto Rico
All I ever wanted was dinero
Bank account filled with zeros

[Lil Quill & Yung Mal:]
I just jumped on the yacht with some bad lil' tenders
I remember I was stuck on Candler, now a nigga richer
SS cruising 'round Biscayne, switching lanes
Call up migo, he gon' pull up with them thangs in the Sprinter
A bad bitch, a mamacita, she got ass and some dimples
Half Cuban, Puerto Rican, long hair down to her nipples
Baby, top back, get blown on Ocean Drive, smoking cookie
Top floor by the horizon, over the city, we be looking

[Yung Mal:]
Top floor on Ocean Drive, over the city, smoking cookie
On Sunset with the check, want a show, you gotta book me
Fuck 12, a nigga hell, I'm burning rubber while they looking
Mamacita at the spot, she butt-naked while she cooking
I just jumped on the yacht with some bad little tenders
Backwood, dark stout, I ain't smoking no swishers
Private location, ducked off, can't take no pictures
Come from the bottom to the top, boy, it's a great feeling
That's my migo, that's my motherfucking vato
Me and Quill some Baby Glaciers, man, we feel just like El Gato
Get out of line, play with that paper, then I spit your damn tomato
1017, that's the squad-o, Eskimos, everybody cold

[Lil Quill & Yung Mal:]
I just jumped on the yacht with some bad lil' tenders
I remember I was stuck on Candler, now a nigga richer
SS cruising 'round Biscayne, switching lanes
Call up migo, he gon' pull up with them thangs in the Sprinter
A bad bitch, a mamacita, she got ass and some dimples
Half Cuban, Puerto Rican, long hair down to her nipples
Baby, top back, get blown on Ocean Drive, smoking cookie
Top floor by the horizon, over the city, we be looking