Miami Vices

"Man- Man, I told that bitch I did a donut in the coupe bro" "You buggin'" "Man- Man, I told her- Man, I told- I told that bitch Damn this- This Jäger kinda' hittin'" "Man, shut yo ass up and drive, bro" My wallet like a 64-pack of Crayola (That foreign guala) I whip the stick just like a 6-4 controller (That old Impala) I got the gas you grab the wood n' unroll it (We slow ride) And just ash in the cup holder Girl, this ganja we smokin' (I'm so high) I'm from that 6-1-7 All the funds private like star 6-7 Cash, new apartment n' a push to start engine Laugh all you want, you'll never drive what I'm rentin' Mclarens, Benzes Whip it in Miami, homie push a hunned' twenty I ain't even had a license Xanni faded so he let me I was flexin', copped a table Franklin throwin', droppin' Benjis Stripper gave me her all her thoughts and I ain't even pay a penny I'm good I'm on On stage and they applaud Chase was busy chasing stars Droppin' gems n' droppin' jaws I get the mood right Soon I know I'll be living the good life Fríó mix the Fanta and the moonshine Feeling like... "Man, you need to slow down, bro! God damn, you even got your license?" "Hey this my first time driving!" "Oh no! Yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out!" "Oh fuck!" I know you I know you suffered the scars Shuffled the cards, and buddy what're the odds? It's like I know you I know it buffered at parts You pulled apart like a pork at the park Oh I- I know you I know that you been a star Right from the start, had the heat in your heart I might know you (Know you) I know- I know who you are I know you better the man that you are You right Better level, never settle for money or anything If she in stilettos her innuendo is everything Any lil' devil is gonna peddle for wedding rings Now let the Henny sing, yeah 'Cause I be off the brown (Pop a bottle) Bottle like a Nina (Nina) Big bad wolf blowin' clouds of the reefa' We gon burn it down- Down Get arriba Fingertip tater tot, flamin' hot cheetah (Hot) Stovetop cookin' with a marble counter next to me Wake up in the morning, bake the bunches of the evergreen Life had give me lemons Learned to juggle, but I never squeezed A lil' sumn' Lebanese, the hottest that I ever seen (Yeah) Sittin' on my right hand Shawty, I'm driving I could flip the switch, man Auto the pilot I be feelin' like I'm Batman: Arkham Asylum I could really use a CAT scan Strung like violin I'll be poppin' like an aneurism, uh Devil on my shoulder but I'm dancin' widdem' I swear if heaven any closer I got grams to give 'em Y'all got weed up there? (Oh, I'm the plug) The fam straight? (Sure enough) I'd go Danny Phantom through them two gold gates At the top of my lungs yell "jail break" I ain't seen y'all in a minute I miss ya for fuck's sake, shit (I know you) I know you suffered the scars Shuffled the cards, and buddy what're the odds? Like (I know you) I know it buffered at parts You pulled apart like a pork at the park, I- (I know you) I know that you been a star Right from the start, had the heat in your heart, I- (Know you) I know- I know who you are I know you better the man that you are