Miami

Yeah, aye
Yeah, aye
JAMBA BOYS, hey
Aye
Catch me in Utah, I'm with the Jazz
Catch me in Houston, I'm bout to spaz
If you're not first, then you'll be last
My ex was the worst, now she's in the past
I'm hitting the curbs, going too fast
Slurring my words, talking too fast
Yeah, slurring my words talking too fast, huh
And I was in Miami, on the beach like I'm with Sandy
Grew up on Billy & Mandy
Hit a home run like I'm Sammy, yeah
Hit a home run like I'm Sammy, yeah
Sammy Sosa in this, yeah

Someone tell Ice Spice that I am a munch
Someone tell Ice Spice that I want to cuff
Grew up playing Fight Night with Ali on the cover, yeah
Ali was on the cover, uh
JAMBA go run it up, then we go hop out the truck
Like Fortnite, hop out the bus
Like the Ravens we're big on the truss, yeah
Like the Ravens we're big on the truss
Get it?
Big Truss, nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
R.I.P. all the real ones that died, uh
R.I.P. all the ones that didn't survive
So we gotta stay alive
Sometimes you swallow your pride
Sometimes you gotta go lie
Cause the truth can be, so, easy to hide
It's easy to hide, yeah

Catch me in Utah, I'm with the Jazz
Catch me in Houston, I'm bout to spaz
If you're not first, then you'll be last
My ex was the worst, now she's in the past
I'm hitting the curbs, going too fast
Slurring my words, talking too fast
Yeah, slurring my words talking too fast, huh
And I was in Miami, on the beach like I'm with Sandy
Grew up on Billy & Mandy
Hit a home run like I'm Sammy, yeah
Hit a home run like I'm Sammy, yeah
Sammy Sosa in this, yeah



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Writer(s): Kyrin Thomas
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