play fir Miami like we play for the heat boy wanted smoke so we laid him in the street i gotta choppa and 223 run up on me u gonna see what they like 2 bullets in chest 1 in his eye 4 in his brain now and now he gonna die and im tired thinking ppl thinking im fake till we spin on his block wit k and we hop out the drake wit rafe it's not my fault im just stuck in my ways u always gotta keep a switch never know u could end up in a ditch but thats only if u a snitch ik u a pussy but u ain't a bitch nigga wanna fly away like a witch and dis beat called undo let me tell how i move kicking shii like kung fu Mike Tyson hit em wit the 1