[Intro]

(Zaycello, you made this?)

Uh, uh, uh.

Get up. Uh, huh.

I'm in Miami, uh. I'm in Miami, uh.

I'm in Miami feelin' the ocean breeze, huh, uh

[Chorus]

I'm in Miami feelin' the ocean breeze

I can taste the air like Day-Day off Next Friday

Walk in the airport fly as fuck, these bitches thinkin' I'm the pilot

Fresh as fuck, don't need no stylist

Wanna see it in person? Send a deposit

Took the city by a storm just off three words, I kept it solid

Bitch want me to pay for the pussy, but I don't buy no car 'fore I test it out

These n****s be bitin' my style, might have to go get me a tetanus shot

Cookin' dope, I can give you a lecture about it

I don't trust these n****s, keep one eye open just like I'm Fetty Wap

FRT teach yoga, gonna make it stretch you out

[Verse]

In Miami I treat these hoes the same, don't give a fuck about you bein' no model

And I need something for pain, so I'm on the plane with a Tylenol bottle

Right now label got me on the top floor, but I really come from the bottom

I put a few flim-flams just to get whim-whams, but I ain't talkin' blue collar

Do what you want with that information, take it however you wanna take it

Put my life on the line like a free throw, I do whatever to feed my baby

Don't jump in that water if you scared, might drown up out here like you Jason

Told the bitch I’m from the Gump, this one night only, bitch get naked

In Miami lookin' for JT, hide your hoe

On the way to South Beach, take your bitch like you aint pay the rent

Make me tow your hoe like I'm Bernice

N****s know I feed the streets, bitch, I'm cleaner than some bleach

Yodie told me a millionaire is at your door, it’s in your reach

N****s think I'm on vacation, whole time I got flew out by a label

I ain't even supposed to be in Miami, I'm out on bond and on probation

Even if I ain’t sign a deal today, I could still say that shit was on the table

So many gold Cubans around my neck, up in Florida they think I'm from Golden Acres

Told the label we could make somethin' happen long as they get me up out the trenches

Know I come from the trap, gotta bring all of my smokers with me

They playin' me all in the penitentiary, like free the real

I'm from the Crest, but the bottom where they raised a n****, that's where I learned to kill

That's where I learned to cook the dope at, Pyrex, n****, I don't need the pot

It's 10 PM, n****, I don't drink no DM, I only drink the snot

N****, don't mug too hard, talking crazy on internet, how what's-his-name got shot

And the next time y'all see Cut in Miami, I’ll be iced out on a yacht

[Chorus]

I'm in Miami feelin' the ocean breeze

I can taste the air like Day-Day off Next Friday

Walk in the airport fly as fuck, these bitches thinkin' I'm the pilot

Fresh as fuck, don't need no stylist

Wanna see it in person? Send a deposit

Took the city by a storm just off three words, I kept it solid

Bitch want me to pay for the pussy, but I don't buy no car 'fore I test it out

These n****s be bitin' my style, might have to go get me a tetanus shot

Cookin' dope, I can give you a lecture about it

I don't trust these n****s, keep one eye open just like I'm Fetty Wap

FRT teach yoga, gonna make it stretch you out

[Outro]

N****

(Zaycello, you made this?)

Get up

Get up, n****

Aight let’s do ad-libs