Lyrics: maaj nelson
Music: maaj nelson
Prod.rexv2
Miami bitch, she on me
Yeah, I ain't mean, I be OT (be OT), huh
She be ****in' with me, she an OG
Hit him like a ****in' stizzy, now he OG, on gang
My racks like a opera, I throw that shit, the birds sing
That boy off a rocker if he tryna push the jersey
Lil Wa bring that knocker, ain't no nigga hurt me
Your bitch Temu shoppin', got my hoes in LV
Yeah, yeah, gang, gang
Got them dicks on standby, let a nigga try somethin'
Boy, keep your head high, know the world got somethin' for ya
I ain't tryna die, not just yet, got some shit to show ya
Niggas on my team, boy, I'm like, "**** you mean?"
Do that show, cha-ching, boy
Niggas on the internet, turn that to some cheese, boy
Then we could converse about some mother****in' green, boy
I got on my own shit, I ain't need no meme for it
Gang, all in the truck with your ho
My lil' bro a fiend for it
Nigga, I ain't gon' chill, for what? Tell these niggas come peel somethin'
That lil' ho got lil' butt, but it's cool, she a real one
Gang, gang
Nigga, I ain't gon' chill, for what?
Gang, gang
Breakin' down a ****in' eighth
Catchin' up ****in' late
Pussy bald, Andrew Tate
It's the fatal four way
Gang (nigga I ain't gon' chill for what?)
(nigga I ain't gon' chill for what?)
Damn, damn
Yeah, yeah
I'm outside wit lil 3
Twin don't worry she with me
Come and see me VIP
Lil bitch leave me where I be (huh)
Lil bitch leave me where I be (huh)
Lil bitch leave me where I be, gang
(miami she on me yeah)
(miami she on me yeah)