ARMS

(Miami: Verse 1)
I'm fast like a plane
The Glock with the aim
The cash, yeah it came
I hope the block know my name
Rich weed, good strain

(Miami - Hook 1)
C-Cop an ounce, now the gang rollin'
Pull up- pull up to the spot, flexin' what we rolled in
K.A.S.O.B., treat it like a slogan
Treat her like a putt, hit it, steady strokin'
I didn't mean enough to her, heart broken
I know that they hate me
But I don't back, arms stay open
Talking all day, yeah, Joe Rogan
Jumping off the ropes, yeah, Hulk Hogan

(Miami - Verse 2)
Sometimes I pray, 'cuz I stay hopin'
Big stains, yeah, heavy totin'
Let it bang, yeah, explosion
She want raw dick, but I gave her trojan
You can't pass me, like I'm Gandalf
Betty cute, yeah, and her hands soft
Two poles, in a fucking stand off
Too high, I can't even stand up

(Polo - Verse 3)

(Miami & Polo - Hook 2)
C-Cop an ounce, now the gang rollin' (gang rollin')
Pull up- pull up to the spot, flexin' what we rolled in (what we rolled in)
K.A.S.O.B., treat it like a slogan
Treat her like a putt, hit it, steady strokin'
I didn't mean enough to her, heart broken
I know that they hate me
But I don't back, arms stay open
Talking all day, yeah, Joe Rogan
Jumping off the ropes, yeah, Hulk Hogan