11:45 in Miami

[Intro]
C'mon
It's Thirty (Ooh, Sav killed it)
C'mere

[Verse]
Hm, yeah, I got another phone, but you can't have that number
Hm, this bitch pussy was weak, I'ma kinda mad I fucked her
Hm, I'm in the store takin' too long, I'm bad at punchin'
Hm, you took too long to up your Glock, you bad at clutchin'
Hm, this bitch don't never do shit, she bad at nothin'
Hm, stop tellin' me 'bout that time you was havin' money
Hm, I pull crack out of hats, I never had a bunny
Hm, this bitch gon' give me everything 'cause her dad a dummy
Hm, I don't think the nigga raised her right
Hm, she don't got her CPL, she the razor type
Hm, I know her headshot mean 'cause her braids too tight
I gotta watch every quarter 'cause I'm betting on this game tonight
Hm, I hate beefin' wit' niggas, they can't wait to type
Hm, your bitch love seein' my face, she can't wait to like
Hm, I'm 'bout to go to Miami, I'm finna take a flight
As soon as I land, I'm tryna find the nearest slut, so I can make her night
Hm, I'm in this bitch wit' hot 'K and the biggest knife
Hm, if you was sittin' at my table, you wouldn't get a slice
Hm, I can't fuck a skinny bitch, I need bigger thighs
If you can stuff 60 G's, you can get inside
Hm, stop mentioning my hood if you didn't slide
Hm, I didn't even see your pictures, I didn't slide it
Hm, I just hit a married bitch, I just kissed the bride
Hm, I was gon' come to the party, but my nigga died
Hm, you ain't never talk shit on top of clouds
Hm, my first flight scared me when I heard the sounds
Hm, if you ain't tryin' to win, you can't be around
Hm, if you ain't make a ten there, then that ain't your town
Hm, mama, you don't need pajamas, bring a gown
Hm, I like to see the nipples pokin', it make me smile
Hm, can you keep my mood up? I can't be down
Hm, you can have my son if you can flip a pound
Hm, have you ever made a thousand sittin' on the plan?
Hm, every time you go somewhere, somebody know your name
Hm, my lil' nigga ain't got sense, he'll smoke your brain
Hm, how he take it? He walked up, he said, "I want your chain"
Hm, nigga, you a ho, I wouldn't went for that
I talk shit everywhere, I ain't gotta go to Flint for that
Hm, you can't talk about a bag if you ain't flippin' that
Hm, this ain't no pocket full of cash, it's a blick in that
Huh, I just asked homie, let me use the jock
C'mon, if I don't get rich off the rap, then it's the pot
C'mon, I did this by myself, it's lonely at the top
Huh, every time I feel lonely, I hit this pop
C'mon