More than Miami and cop me a boat Hope my fiends don't stop doing coke Bitch, I'm a champ on top of the Ropes New Louis V's every time I talk Nine millimeter every time I talk I do all this shit without a stylist I got money, never went to college I got all my cars without a mileage I can't fuck on these wretched ass bitches She bout to fuck the whole hood I been stacking these hundreds since I did sex So all my niggas know I'm good Real street nigga keep it all in the tank Got the shooters on the side with bazookas in the back Got a whole Amir Jean collection And I ain't choosing shit, this shit was destiny Bitch, I cook the water without the recipe And the fans and the cops ain't got no heart How they gon' take my lil' cousin if Stady was whippin' to give all his children a start? Playing with that water, gotta be a shark Swimming with the fishes, duckin' from the narc 13 posted, middle of the park If you see a opp, gotta let it spark More than Miami and cop me a boat Hope my fiends don't stop doing coke Bitch, I'm a champ on top of the Ropes New Louis V's every time I talk Nine millimeter every time I talk I do all this shit without a stylist I got money, never went to college I got all my cars without the mileage Three-five a belt on whenever I smoke I see I'm doing it, but I do the most I'm a dude for the Rope, all I do for a ho All this money that's coming, I'll do for them both They ain't running with me, nowhere near close Shit be crazy what I do for a post You'll go viral, but it won't be no joke I got power and I move like a ghost And I'm Rari doing 60 controller And that big ol' baby piece, them folks gotta notice me I'm an artist to the street, this shit poetry Real trap, I never did nothing fraudulent Sending boxes coast to coast like I'm Roddy Ricch Roads, just focus on yourself, you can buy the bitch At Miami 4, we catching boxes Shit, we got batteries on the boat getting hotter Shit, G6 make that shit come up out of me Pink slips to the car if I'm driving it No withdrawals, only deposited Hundred K cash stuffed in my pockets I'ma show these niggas how they should pop it For a bliss, I'm trying to get on the top of it I walk in, they start switching the topic up I feel any kind of threat and I'm popping up More than Miami and cop me a boat Hope my fiends don't stop doing coke Bitch, I'm a champ on top of the Ropes New Louis V's every time I talk Nine millimeter every time I talk I do all this shit without a stylist I got money, never went to college I got all my cars without a mileage