Summer in Miami
It's a summer as a Grady
Summer in Miami
No more track dashing
Move fast in a Cadi
Smokey like a cart, but I'm not
They can't tap me
Crash out in chrome hearts
Just to start, tear the world apart
It's a summer as a Grady
Summer in Miami
So high, I'm not standing
But she calling me, "Daddy"
Smokey boy, she hot
But I'm not, I still tapped it
Crash outgoing hard
Move too far, K reset the bar
Money, drugs, and cars with the broads
Boy, our options broad
Racing in a dodge, steady car
Multi-cash collage
Multi-substance jaw in the car
Or was it the park?
Suffer every day, should I pray?
Guess we'll see one day
Recorded in my homies basement
Attendance looking crazy
But I think that I just cracked the case
Used to have some bitches
Would've sprayed yo' place with mace
Now it's me and money
And I'll crash out in your face
Ain't used to have no fun
Life was done
Taking all the punches to face
Now they do what I say
If they don't
Better watch yo' step, I'm Tory Lanez
Nigga better stay up in yo' lane
Karma keep a shank
Aye yo, I wanna play no gun game
Half my body hanging out the wraith
Laughing to the bank
Highway lights so I can't see a thing
Oh my bad, I think I just said a wraith
Shit, I meant a tank
Purple paint to match the purple drink
And you know my gas is fucking dank
Gas cloud in my face
So much smoke, a nigga can't see straight
They say I talk crazy, I think I talk in my place
I'm not threatened, keep a weapon under dressing every day
Ain't no gun on me, baby, but my fist could fuck your face
I could run, homie
After that, might a hear a bang
Hold up, I ain't a shoot a thing
Karma conquers like he Kang
Karma marching in like Uzi
Bitch, me and the Moon Relate
And my watch flooded the face
Ku Klux karma wreaking havoc
Hunting niggas, causing rage
Shoot a blackie through the brain, aye
Karma make it rain, aye
Jewelers set the pace, aye
I've been living ratchet
Summer as a Grady
It's a summer as a Grady
Summer in Miami
No more track dashing
Move fast in a Cadi
Smokey like a cart, but I'm not
They can't tap me
Crash out in chrome hearts
Just to start, tear the world apart
It's a summer as a Grady
Summer in Miami
So high, I'm not standing
But she calling me, "Daddy"
Smokey boy, she hot
But I'm not, I still tapped it
Crash outgoing hard
Move too far, K reset the bar (reset the bar)
Summer in Miami
No more track dashing
Move fast in a Cadi
Smokey like a cart, but I'm not
They can't tap me
Crash out in chrome hearts
Just to start, tear the world apart
It's a summer as a Grady
Summer in Miami
So high, I'm not standing
But she calling me, "Daddy"
Smokey boy, she hot
But I'm not, I still tapped it
Crash outgoing hard
Move too far, K reset the bar
Money, drugs, and cars with the broads
Boy, our options broad
Racing in a dodge, steady car
Multi-cash collage
Multi-substance jaw in the car
Or was it the park?
Suffer every day, should I pray?
Guess we'll see one day
Recorded in my homies basement
Attendance looking crazy
But I think that I just cracked the case
Used to have some bitches
Would've sprayed yo' place with mace
Now it's me and money
And I'll crash out in your face
Ain't used to have no fun
Life was done
Taking all the punches to face
Now they do what I say
If they don't
Better watch yo' step, I'm Tory Lanez
Nigga better stay up in yo' lane
Karma keep a shank
Aye yo, I wanna play no gun game
Half my body hanging out the wraith
Laughing to the bank
Highway lights so I can't see a thing
Oh my bad, I think I just said a wraith
Shit, I meant a tank
Purple paint to match the purple drink
And you know my gas is fucking dank
Gas cloud in my face
So much smoke, a nigga can't see straight
They say I talk crazy, I think I talk in my place
I'm not threatened, keep a weapon under dressing every day
Ain't no gun on me, baby, but my fist could fuck your face
I could run, homie
After that, might a hear a bang
Hold up, I ain't a shoot a thing
Karma conquers like he Kang
Karma marching in like Uzi
Bitch, me and the Moon Relate
And my watch flooded the face
Ku Klux karma wreaking havoc
Hunting niggas, causing rage
Shoot a blackie through the brain, aye
Karma make it rain, aye
Jewelers set the pace, aye
I've been living ratchet
Summer as a Grady
It's a summer as a Grady
Summer in Miami
No more track dashing
Move fast in a Cadi
Smokey like a cart, but I'm not
They can't tap me
Crash out in chrome hearts
Just to start, tear the world apart
It's a summer as a Grady
Summer in Miami
So high, I'm not standing
But she calling me, "Daddy"
Smokey boy, she hot
But I'm not, I still tapped it
Crash outgoing hard
Move too far, K reset the bar (reset the bar)
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Writer(s): Volker Tay
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