Miami Vibes lyrics

[Intro]
(Deuxe made this one)

[Verse]
In Miami with my striker
I know Mar still thinkin' 'bout breakin' into cars, but I won't let him
I know GK still thinkin' 'bout poppin' the top, but I won't let him
I know B still wanna lay a n*gga down, but I won't let him
I know Beezy, if we meet up on the strip, might be the set-up
Broke my watch and ain't even fix it 'cause my chain, that b*tch is wet up
n*gga playin' like we ain't steppin', boy, we known to get sh*t wet up
We got cases, so we had to drive, the load just flew on Delta
I ain't gon' lie like it wasn't hard times, but I ain't never stayed in the shelters
Yeah, permanent record
Buy my insurance, fill a cup, it got me racin' with the devil
Bought my first baby mama a Birkin, buy my second one a bezel
Since I been at peace, I been feelin' a lil' better
No more hard times
Breakin' in houses, we was stealin' cars, no more hard crime
Traveled fifteen days, gave him a dub, we would've took nine
He was prayin' for a ten
I been poppin' Percocets, but on my mama, I never bought syringe
I ain't gon' need opps
Milan my first child, I get scared when she got a fever
b*tch, you doin' all that playin', actin' like I need her
Said I didn't do nothin' for her, didn't even feed her
I mean, do you believe her?
C8 came with red guts, this is not a Jeep truck
Two hundred on my dash, boy, I don't think them folks can keep up
This sh*t nothin' new, been wearin' thousand-dollar sneakers
Poolside with my feet up
Industry got me trippin'
I ain't gon' lie, I went to Miami, I ain't even bring my switches
But it's all good, my shooter with me and shawty got his blicky
I don't even know what ocean this is, think this the Pacific
If I'm Jordan, GK Pippen
If I'm Jordan
.223, twenty-three
Ridin' 'round in a foreign somewhere close to the sea
Mar said they goin, he out the town with a machine
Get a b*tch started
I ain't never been on no boat, sh*t, f*ck it, let's throw a party
Spendin' money on my people, could've bought us a few Cartis
Steak-and-lobster dinner, ain't no fast foods and Hardee's, you trippin'
Soon as I get to the A, I'ma get me some hot wings, bumblebee
Look at the car sting, strike key
It sound like it squeak how I gave back the car key
Catch a vibe f*ckin' this b*tch on an RP
Some still around, but I watched 'em all leave
Drop-top, you see the red seat
They blue light this b*tch, then we goin' on a high-speed
Slidin' through the city
I ain't by myself, I got slime and 'em with me
All of us blood, but this C-note Rolling 60
Ever since we talked, man, this sh*t been f*ckin' with me
That sh*t playin' with my head
Hope you ain't workin' the backdoor
It was all love, we was just turnt, we was recordin' at Astro
Poppin' that sh*t with a bankroll, yeah
f*ckin' on all the same hoes, yeah
That sh*t f*ck with our head 'cause you know how the young hoes gettin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah