[Intro: Kodak Black & Finesse2Tymes]
Uh
Tied, they dead flies everywhere, you heard me?
Tag-team me
Finesse, two of 'em (X.O. think he all that)

[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
Ayy, I'm in Houston with the rocket (Rocket)
Hundred K to the plug, forty-five thousand in profit (That's profit)
Say I can't go back to Memphis? Tell them n***as I said stop it (Stop it)
Double-R, I'm in South Memphis, a quarter mil' in my pocket, ain't gon' fuck with me
Ayy, I ain't lookin' for no problems, I ain't duckin' shit either (I ain't duckin' shit either)
Cut my baby mama off, but it was cheaper to keep her (But it was cheaper to keep her)
Left Atlanta, went to Memphis just to fuck on Felicia (Bye)
Made her stop and walk her home, R.I.P. to Juanita (R.I.P.)
I got millions on my mind (Big bags), thirty in my clip (Big clip)
I'm on some bangin' shit plus I been runnin' with some Crips (Cuz)
I'm a 'Wood smokin' (Smokin'), hundred-thou', I'm totin' (Big one)
Realest rapper in my city that's really out in the open, man (Uh)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n***a, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n***a, but ain't nothin' sweet
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I'm in the cut fifty deep
Take over n***as' cities, send 'em a cease and desist
Set a trap up in your hood and bring them killers to me
Make sure the young n***as eat, then I'll have 'em spinnin' for me
Yeah, this shit really easy, I'll solve a n***a with my same watch, I swapped out the meeting
Lil' bitch steady throwin' my vibe off, ain't matchin' my frequency
Around my way, I'm really top dog, but they ain't wanna believe this shit
I'm on the ugly corner right now, but nothin' 'bout me hideous
The same day I bought an SRT and a traphouse, just recently
I'm sorry, baby, I fucked her mouth, but that don't count, that was previous
My youngin runnin' guns, takin' trips to Savannah
Lil' Marco get the bond, he shot the n***a on camera
Throw it back, I make it rain, dear, call me Santa
Four bodies in the same year, fresh out the slammer
All these n***as screamin' gang shit, we do a lil' better
Everybody with me on the same tip, gon' pop off wherever

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Luh Tyler]
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n***a, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n***a, but ain't nothin' sweet (Skii)
[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
'Fore I get on the stage (Stage), I need me a dub please (Yeah)
She fuckin' 'cause I'm paid, you know how them sluts be (Ugh)
They slidin' for the Skii, my n***as gon' come deep (Skrrt)
I ain't the type to beef, I'm spendin' that fuck cheese (On God)
Way richer than my haters, they can't even compete
I keep a couple on my roster (Damn), I can't just have one freak
All these n***as see a dollar (What?), they don't really love me
He hatin' on Luh Tyler 'cause he wish that he was me
When I was down, they wasn't 'round to lift me up (Yeah)
But now I'm rich, know they mad because I ran it up (Yeah)
I'm turnt up in the club, n***a, I'm lit as fuck (Lit as fuck)
They said they did, but whole time, they didn't love me (Didn't love me)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n***a, but ain't nothin' sweet
I'm in Miami with my heat, I'm all on the front street
Too late to squash the beef, it's blood on the concrete
Drop a hundred on my piece, you can look, but don't touch me
I'm a romantic-ass, gangster-ass n***a, but ain't nothin' sweet