Miami with the Heat (feat. Kodak Black & Luh Tyler)

Oh, Ty, the dead flies are over here at T.T.M

Finesse, two of them

Hey, I'm in Houston with the rockets (rockets)

100K to the plug, 45,000 in profits (it's profit)

Say I can't go back to Memphis, tell them niggas I said stop it (stop it)

Double all in South Memphis, a quarter mil' in my pocket

Ain't gon' fuck with it, I ain't lookin' for no problems

I ain't duckin' shit either, took my baby mama off

But it was cheaper to keep her (but it was cheaper to keep her)

Left Atlanta went to Memphis, just to fuck on Felicia (bye)

Made a stop at Walker Homes, R. I. P. to Wanita

I got millions on my mind (big bands), 30 in my clip (big clips)

I'm on some bangin' shit, plus I been runnin' with some Crips

I'm a wood smokin' (smokin'), hunnid thou talkin'

Realest rapper in my city, that's really out in the open, right

I'm in Miami with my heat

I'm all on the front street, too late to squash the beef

There's blood on the concrete, drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don't touch me

I'm a romantic ass, gangsta ass nigga, but I ain't nothin' sweet

I'm in Miami with my heat

I'm all on the front street, too late to squash the beef

There's blood on the concrete, drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don't touch me

I'm a romantic ass, gangsta ass nigga, but I ain't nothin' sweet

I'm in the cuff of the deep

Take over niggas cities, and I'ma cease and desist

Set a trap up in your hood and bring the killers to me

Make sure that young niggas eat, and I have them standin' for me

Yeah, this shit really easy

I saw a nigga with my same watch, I swapped out the meter

Little bit static, threw my vibe off, ain't matchin' my frequency

Around my way, I'm really tied down, but I ain't want to leave this shit

I'm on the early corner right now, but none 'bout me heatin'

The same day I bought an SRT, in trial just recently

I'm sorry, babe, I fucked them all, for now I'm countin' up all previous

My youngin' runnin' guns, takin' trips to Savannah

Lamar could get the bond, shot the nigga on camera

Throw it back, don't make it rain, deal, call me Simba

Four bodies in the same, yeah, fresh out of sim

All these niggas screamin' gang shit, we do all about it

Everybody with me on the same, 'til we pop all the way over

I'm in Miami with my heat

I'm all on the front street, too late to squash the beef

There's blood on the concrete, drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don't touch me

I'm a romantic ass, gangsta ass nigga, but I ain't nothin' sweet

I'm in Miami with my heat

I'm all on the front street, too late to squash the beef

There's blood on the concrete, drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don't touch me

I'm a romantic ass, gangsta ass nigga, but I ain't nothin' sweet

Before I get on this stage, I need me a dub, please

She fuck me 'cause I'm paid, you know how them sluts be

They slide for the ski, my niggas gon' come deep

I am the type to bid, I'm spendin' that fuck cheap

Way richer than my haters, they can't even compete

I keep a couple on my roster (damn), I can't just have one free

All them niggas see a dollar, they don't really love me

He hatin' on the Tyler, 'cause he wish that he was me

When I was down, that went round to lift me up

But now I'm rich, know they mad because I ran it up (yeah)

I'm turnt up in the club, nigga I'm lit as fuck (lit as fuck)

They said they did, but the whole time, they didn't love me (they didn't love me)

I'm in Miami with my heat

I'm all on the front street, too late to squash the beef

There's blood on the concrete, drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don't touch me

I'm a romantic ass, gangsta ass nigga, but I ain't nothin' sweet

I'm in Miami with my heat

I'm all on the front street, too late to squash the beef

There's blood on the concrete, drop a hundred on my piece

You can look, but don't touch me

I'm a romantic ass, gangsta ass nigga, but I ain't nothin' sweet