Miami with the Heat lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black & Finesse2Tymes]
Uh
Tied, they dead flies everywhere, you heard me?
Tag-team me
Finesse, two of 'em (X.O. think he all that)

[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
Ayy, I'm in Houston with the rocket (Rocket)
Hundred K to the plug, forty-five thousand in profit (That's profit)
Say I can't go back to Memphis? Tell them n*ggas I said stop it (Stop it)
Double-R, I'm in South Memphis, a quarter mil' in my pocket, ain't gon' f*ck with me
Ayy, I ain't lookin' for no problems, I ain't duckin' sh*t either (I ain't duckin' sh*t either)
Cut 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 f*ck on Felicia (Bye)
Made her stop and walk her home, R.I.P. to Juanita (R.I.P.)
I got millions on my mind (Big bags), thirty in my clip (Big clip)
I'm on some bangin' sh*t plus I been runnin' with some Crips (Cuz)
I'm a 'Wood smokin' (Smokin'), hundred-thou', I'm totin' (Big one)
Realest rapper in my city that's really out in the open, man (Uh)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n*gga, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n*gga, but ain't nothin' sweet
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I'm in the cut fifty deep
Take over n*ggas' cities, send 'em a cease and desist
Set a trap up in your hood and bring them killers to me
Make sure the young n*ggas eat, then I'll have 'em spinnin' for me
Yeah, this sh*t really easy, I'll solve a n*gga with my same watch, I swapped out the meeting
Lil' b*tch steady throwin' my vibe off, ain't matchin' my frequency
Around my way, I'm really top dog, but they ain't wanna believe this sh*t
I'm on the ugly corner right now, but nothin' 'bout me hideous
The same day I bought an SRT and a traphouse, just recently
I'm sorry, baby, I f*cked her mouth, but that don't count, that was previous
My youngin runnin' guns, takin' trips to Savannah
Lil' Marco get the bond, he shot the n*gga on camera
Throw it back, I make it rain, dear, call me Santa
Four bodies in the same year, fresh out the slammer
All these n*ggas screamin' gang sh*t, we do a lil' better
Everybody with me on the same tip, gon' pop off wherever

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Luh Tyler]
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n*gga, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n*gga, but ain't nothin' sweet (Skii)
[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
'Fore I get on the stage (Stage), I need me a dub please (Yeah)
She f*ckin' 'cause I'm paid, you know how them sl*ts be (Ugh)
They slidin' for the Skii, my n*ggas gon' come deep (Skrrt)
I ain't the type to beef, I'm spendin' that f*ck cheese (On God)
Way richer than my haters, they can't even compete
I keep a couple on my roster (Damn), I can't just have one freak
All these n*ggas see a dollar (What?), they don't really love me
He hatin' on Luh Tyler 'cause he wish that he was me
When I was down, they wasn't 'round to lift me up (Yeah)
But now I'm rich, know they mad because I ran it up (Yeah)
I'm turnt up in the club, n*gga, I'm lit as f*ck (Lit as f*ck)
They said they did, but whole time, they didn't love me (Didn't love me)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n*gga, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n*gga, but ain't nothin' sweet