11:45 in Miami lyrics

[Intro]
C'mon
It's Thirty (Ooh, Sav killed it)
C'mere

[Verse]
Hm, yeah, I got another phone, but you can't have that number
Hm, this b*tch pus*y was weak, I'ma kinda mad I f*cked her
Hm, I'm in the store takin' too long, I'm bad at punchin'
Hm, you took too long to up your Glock, you bad at clutchin'
Hm, this b*tch don't never do sh*t, she bad at nothin'
Hm, stop tellin' me 'bout that time you was havin' money
Hm, I pull crack out of hats, I never had a bunny
Hm, this b*tch gon' give me everything 'cause her dad a dummy
Hm, I don't think the n*gga raised her right
Hm, she don't got her CPL, she the razor type
Hm, I know her headshot mean 'cause her braids too tight
I gotta watch evеry quarter 'cause I'm betting on this gamе tonight
Hm, I hate beefin' wit' n*ggas, they can't wait to type
Hm, your b*tch love seein' my face, she can't wait to like
Hm, I'm 'bout to go to Miami, I'm finna take a flight
As soon as I land, I'm tryna find the nearest sl*t, so I can make her night
Hm, I'm in this b*tch wit' hot 'K and the biggest knife
Hm, if you was sittin' at my table, you wouldn't get a slice
Hm, I can't f*ck a skinny b*tch, I need bigger thighs
If you can stuff 60 G's, you can get inside
Hm, stop mentioning my hood if you didn't slide
Hm, I didn't even see your pictures, I didn't slide it
Hm, I just hit a married b*tch, I just kissed the bride
Hm, I was gon' come to the party, but my n*gga died
Hm, you ain't never talk sh*t on top of clouds
Hm, my first flight scared me when I heard the sounds
Hm, if you ain't tryin' to win, you can't be around
Hm, if you ain't make a ten there, then that ain't your town
Hm, mama, you don't need pajamas, bring a gown
Hm, I like to see the nipples pokin', it make me smile
Hm, can you keep my mood up? I can't be down
Hm, you can have my son if you can flip a pound
Hm, have you ever made a thousand sittin' on the plan?
Hm, every time you go somewhere, somebody know your name
Hm, my lil' n*gga ain't got sense, he'll smoke your brain
Hm, how he take it? He walked up, he said, "I want your chain"
Hm, n*gga, you a ho, I wouldn't went for that
I talk sh*t everywhere, I ain't gotta go to Flint for that
Hm, you can't talk about a bag if you ain't flippin' that
Hm, this ain't no pocket full of cash, it's a blick in that
Huh, I just asked homie, let me use the jock
C'mon, if I don't get rich off the rap, then it's the pot
C'mon, I did this by myself, it's lonely at the top
Huh, every time I feel lonely, I hit this pop
C'mon