Dead in Miami

Kwame Khalil Brown, Lavonte Powers

Huh?
(Authentic or nothin')
Okay, I'm done, mm
(Spiffomadeit, bitch)
Ho

Timing is money (money)
My money abundant (abundant)
I'm in Miami ridin' 'round in a Ghost like I run it (I run it)
Yeah, but you know that I'm strapped (I'm strapped)
100K in my lap (my lap)
And I'm on that mud
Leanin' so hard that I might hurt my back (my back)
Black as hell in Off-White
If she bad, I might get her a flight
Me and Rucci do her good for a night
She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike
Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike
Knife longer than Jason's
I'm in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians
Caught a opp down bad on vacation
Thought it was a gangster, turned the nigga shakin'

Thought he got away, yeah, flew down to Miami
Thought that he was safe (thought that he was safe)
He was with his family (he was with his family)
Yeah, I was on the beach, layin' on the towels, lookin' real rich
Yeah, worry 'bout shit, go put that pussy nigga dead on that ditch (huh)
First, I seen his mama (first, I seen his mama)
Then I seen his a daughter (then I seen his a daughter)
Then I sent a bitch, she was bad as hell
I told my bitch to call her (told my bitch to call her, huh)
Gotta watch my moves (gotta watch my moves)
I can't do it sloppy, no (I can't do it sloppy)
Gotta kill that nigga bystander (yeah)
Had too many people watchin' (too many people watchin')
Mmm, but a nigga got dot, yeah (a nigga got dot)
He was playin' 'bout the bread ('bout the bread)
The only boss man, could've sent my youngin, do this shit myself instead
Mmm, catch him going to the car (to the car)
I cocked a hollow to the head (to the head)
I see him take it out of park (yeah)
I'm finna put that boy to bed, that nigga dead (dead)

Car started to move (car started to move)
I gotta move fast (I gotta move fast)
I jump in the back, all the pussy niggas see is my mask (all they see is my mask)
Yeah, then I up the Glock (then I up the Glock)
He scared, he in shock, he shocked (yeah, he shocked)
I told him to drive before I put your pussy ass in a box (put that ass in a box)
He go to the light (he go to the light)
He said, "This ain't right" ain't right (he said this ain't right)
My mama and daughter, I told 'em I'll be back before it was night
Yeah, he asked, "What do you want? (What do you want?)
I ain't from 'round here, I ain't bring me no cash? (I ain't bring me no cash)
Do whatever you want (yeah)
I get home and I'll send you my stash" (I'll send you my stash)
That shit made me mad (that shit made me mad)
He still tryna play (he still tryna play)
Put the Glock in his face (yeah)
Told the nigga, "Me and you got a date" (me and you got a date)
Yeah, yeah, nigga, you over (yeah, nigga you over, ho)
You know who it is (you know who it is)
Know I go for the kill (yeah)
You with your family
You ain't poppin' a pill, yeah, that shit for real (ho)

Damn, dummy, why you ain't pay?
Boy, then your stupid ass gotta pay
Care nothin' 'bout the tears runnin' down your face (no)
Boy, you knew the consequences you would face (ho)
Your ass gotta go (gotta go)
Ain't got no sorry feelings for your folks (for your folks)
Lackin' with you, then we leave your ass alone (alone)
Pray to God, tell him that you comin' home (comin' home, fool)
Huh, now bust you a right
Told you 'bout my money I'll take your life
Been layin' on your stupid ass every night
Knew that I would catch you when the time was right, huh
And timing is great (it's great)
I put a couple hollows in they face
Now it look like ketchup splattered on a plate
Tote my pistol, walk away and say my grace, huh (say my grace)
Then I walk by his family
They don't know a damn thing that done happened (that done happened)
His mama smilin', baby lookin' all happy (all happy)
Girlfriend steady lookin' for the camera (for the camera)
He thought it was manly or sweet like some candy (Candy)
Found him slumped on the camera, that's another body dead in Miami (Miami)

Damn, dummy

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