I Found Myself in Miami

Bitch we back no cap (Aye)
Telling ya its been that way (Aye aye)
Blow her back out she snapped (Wait)
Shawty saying she don't bend that way (Okay)
Ain't no one gotta know digg dat
Ain't stressin' over hoes big facts (Thats facts)
Word on the streets you been
Runnin' from the heat from that shit that you owe we taxed

King of my demons i'm Yusuke
Talk all that shit you two faced
Can't say i'm dead beat
Lil bitch can't get in my mind don't test me (Uh)
Big shot get a lil' messy
Took a lil hit now I got a bitch resting (Uh)
Opps get off of my case
Out of my way now i'm moving at jet speed

Coupe pop 2 doors
Bitch what the fuck is you on
We just popped 2 more
Ain't getting to sleep until dawn
I found myself in Miami, lil' bitch got my feet in the sand
Got visions of us at the Grammys, taking a look back at where we began

I'm a rude boy
Loose boy
No fake in me
On god don't bend that way
All you lil boys
All talk, no noise
No goddesses inside your space
(Ay) I can't deal with you frauds
Every man here gets paid, wait
You can't feel what I say
If you don't match with my pain bitch outta my face

I been with your daughter her pussy
I slaughter that kitty a martyr she think I'm the one
Hit from the back I swim like an otter a body of water on me when she cum
She up in the trap, she think I'm a doctor she sip on the tec
And the coke make her numb
She like how I rap, she don't got a father
She hopeful and praying what we gon become (I think i'm)

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Bitch i'm a sicko
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Bitch i'm a sicko
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Bitch i'm a sicko
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Bitch i'm a sicko



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Writer(s): Ize
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