Miami Nights

[Verse 1: Glo Getta]
Ran it up like Flash, but not in a Trailblazer
Ran off on the plug twice and I need him later
When shit get hot in the streets, you scatter like roaches
It's a couple niggas that got my back and I know this
The best thing to pour some Trish in is some cream soda
Fuck a Scat Pack, I'm thinkin' 'bout a Cobra
The last time I fell, I got up and I brushed my shoulders
The last time I cuffed a bitch, I ain't know better
When the last time you got on that road? You ain't countin' no cheddar
I'm built like a Ford truck, last in any weather
I'm a hood star, I know these niggas after me
Bust a nigga, I ain't 'bout to wrestle like no athlete
Po' chase, I ain't 'bout to let the crackers catch me
Swervin' on the block, one-forty down the backstreets
You know what I mean
Play a bitch over and over like a DVD
Play me on YouTube, I'm all over TV
I like to roll a three-five of some Runtz and some Russian Cream
I'ma pull off on the officer, roadkill and leave the scene

[Verse 2: Driveway Baby]
Let me tell you 'bout this time I rocked a clerk to sleep
Caught her on the right time, it was her first week
In the opps' hood, popped a nigga on the first street
I can talk shit all day, this the first beat
Ran through like thirty sticks, you just got your first heat
I talk real rude to hoes, but I flirt neat
Bitch pussy real drip, she got a slow leak
Just hit a head for 10K, she was so sweet
Hit the road, make a dub in the old Jeep
I don't wanna fuck your bitch, that's my old freak

[Verse 3: YSR Dee Rich]
Think it's a game, when I catch you, I'ma rob you for your V-Bucks
Think I'm crazy when I'm sober, let me pop this other V cup
Free Kannon, brodie chillin' in the feds with his feet up
Free your mans, heard his ass in Saint Louis gettin' beat up
My block slap every fuckin' day, we got the hookup
It's like six K's around, the hoes be scared when they pull up
Bro been home a whole year and he still makin' cook-ups
He accurate the K, swing that bitch just like nunchucks

[Verse 4: YSR Loski]
We in the all-black truck in the corner, you can't see us
Pull up, shoot this bitch in your face, you better D up
I ain't gotta pop a fuckin' Percocet to T up
If I could bring my nigga Gabe back, I'd dig G up
The nigga you call your main shooter, I don't think he tough
I just got a hundred narcos for like three bucks
My lil' niggas online with the opps yellin', "Meet up"
The first nigga drop they pin, they blowin' streets up

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I just met a bitch named Donna, she tryna link up
I was sixteen years old throwin' B's up
I'll let Dee Rich off the leash, he won't ease up
I tried to put you on a lick, but you freezed up
I walked into Golden Sun, came out freezed up
My lil' cousin GD, get your G's up
I'm a Flint-Beecher nigga, get your cheese up
Fuck, ManMan just knocked over lean cup
So much money in my pants, make my jeans bust
You got a roll full of twenties, I got blue bucks
Bro just slid on the opps, man, he too clutch
We gon' hit his ass with that switch 'cause he too tough
I just rolled a five-gram 'Wood, you rolled two blunts
I ain't tryna fuck her from the front, I told her toot it up