Easter In Miami

I'm great, beyond better
I'm a capital letter Z

All black Dickies, no socks in my Reeboks
Vulture bird tatted on my head, not a sea hawk
Cuban link chain and the feds got the G-SHOCK
Candy apple cranberry red with the tee top
Vulture bird chain, colored money, like a peacock
Only do the talking with my bitches, pull my meat out
They go petite, I stay rocking Felipe
I ain't no chico, but they call me Felipe, yeah
I copped the Rollie ain't nobody else had
And by the time you was on AP, I was already on Patek
Crab legs and shrimp and we sipping Chardonnay
They all on the drip, they envy me, like Charlamagne
Talking like a pimp (Yeah), switching different broads today
I'm walking with a limp, Kodak, baby follow me
And the Corduroy matching with the blue hundreds
How the old school Jag cost me new money?
Like the cars got feet, got the coupe running
I be hanging out the Jeep, like, who want it?
I be squeezing on her cheeks, like who woman
Like the stick make you blink, got my crew drumming
LJ, young legend out of Pompano
Lime green Lamb', I ain't slimy, but I'm grimy though
Your buddy, he be perking, he ain't no killer, but he be robbing though
Splat to splat, these niggas be dropping back to back, like dominoes
Grabbing niggas like it's miny-mo, we gleerious
Niggas falling like geronimo, it's serious (Pop, pop)
Don't get it twisted, we some killers like we serial (Pop, pop)
I'm the G.O.A.T., but it's ostrich by material
I know you won't, but I be cautious when I'm nearing ya
'Cause I can see you niggas plotting through my peripheral
Real nigga, they wanna copy my material
But I'm cut from a different kind of silk than you lil' niggas
And them city girls got all these bitches milking you lil' niggas, yeah
I never blow, I been done killed one of you lil' niggas, yeah
I'm sending locs, as soon as I get out, I spin it quicker, yeah (Yeah)
Like eskimo, got so much drip running down my ligaments, yeah
Stick in the trunk, get rid of it, yeah
Fucking with the toast, like cinnamon, yeah (Yeah)
Cutthroat, I ain't no gentleman
I'm in the backseat, I'm the triggerman
On these Percs, I'm on these bitches like it's Ritalin
We be jumping out the pen, I really handled it
Lil' niggas swinging out the van, it be embarrassing
Lil' niggas swinging out that van, like he don't care again
Shoutout to Ray, we made a bag on top of Maryland
We had a misunderstanding, but nigga we be better than
And these niggas, they be bitches, they be checking in
You niggas chicken, they be laying eggs
And I ain't happy 'til I get my million
Now bitch, call me Dirty Dan
Now bitch, come and do your dance
Straight gas, coming straight gas at ya ass
I'm coming straight gas
I made a statement, but I ain't never made a statement, ain't it
Back to back Foreigns in the hood before I made it, ain't it
She don't wanna work, she wanna trick off and get famous, ain't it
You got me fucked up, ho', I don't know what the fuck you think we is
Look at me jumping out the feds like I'm lil guwop
And these meds got me chewing up my chewop
I'm chewing out my muppy, I'm lockjaw
Last nigga said fuck me, he knocked off
I'm chewing out my muppy, I'm chewing up my chewop
I'm chewing out my muppy, I'm lockjaw
Last nigga said fuck me, he knocked off, ayy
He knocked off, yeah
Boy, stop playing with a nigga like I ain't imperial, uh
I'm the biggest Z, nigga, I'm Zuperior

Zuperior