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Miami
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Dirty South
Miami was released on July 26, 2024 by Kaybandz as a part of the album Miami - Single
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Release DateJuly 26, 2024
LabelKaybandz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kay Bandz
Kay Bandz
Performer
Danny Towers
Danny Towers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danny Towers
Danny Towers
Songwriter
Soubhi Daniel Tabar
Soubhi Daniel Tabar
Composer
Quintana Mills
Quintana Mills
Composer
Kevin Tunis
Kevin Tunis
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana
I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer
Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta
Grabba in my blunt and if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer
[Verse 1]
Bricks came in a duffle bag, I'm tryna build a house
He filled up the clip with teeth, he tryna pull 'em out
She tryna have some kids with me, I came all in her mouth
That bitch just sent the addy to your spot, we in your house
Drug dealing, I move like I'm Pablo in my city
Smuggling, I just crossed the border with 'bout 50
She tryna wear my chain, but she ain't tryna fuck the gang
Came up selling dope, how you think I got my name?
[Chorus]
I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana
I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer
Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta
Grabba in my blunt and if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer
[Refrain]
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
[Verse 2]
I just dropped a four up in the sprite, that's a Dirty Diana
Stick came with the holographic sight, it turned him to a dancer
Might go throw that 'Lac on 22's, I feel like David Banner
100 bitches at the Fontainebleau and they all from Atlanta
All them bricks came triple sealed right to my grandma house
I was only seventeen, I already had sticks under the couch
Shit started getting iffy, I had to take the paper route
Now my crib ain't got no neighbors, I thank God I made it out
Doing a 100 on that 408, I put them on the chase
With my feet up out in Coco Kay, I'm running up this paper
Juggin' bows, it made the trap hot, I had to relocate
My lil' dawg could make that bag drop with Wells or BOA
[Chorus]
I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana
I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer
Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta
Grabba in my blunt and if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer
[Refrain]
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
[Verse 3]
Beef could get hotter than a kitchen, I'm in cooking mode
Before I ever try to lay a verse, was fucking up the stove
I be getting money, popping Percs while y'all be going broke
You get in your feelings for these bitches, I'm like, "Fuck a ho"
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
I just made a million off this shit, I need a million more
[Chorus]
I'm fresh out the yacht, I'm in Miami, like I'm Young Montana
I think this bitch trippin' off that 2C, tryna hold the hammer
Diamonds in my watch and I put ice inside my dirty Fanta
Grabba in my blunt And if it's smoke, I'm tryna give 'em cancer
[Refrain]
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Written by: Danny Towers, Kevin Tunis, Quintana Mills, Soubhi Daniel Tabar
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