(Hahaha) In Miami in the trunk In Miami in the trunk Nigga get smoked, nigga, yeah I told bro go take his mask off, nigga be scarin' the fans too much Ride through Miami, a bulletproof Trackhawk, nigga ain't showin' their hand for much Meet up with the chopper, shoot and have a standoff Shoot him myself, I ain't askin' for much Stick to the plan or a man turnt up Count it by hand, money counter jam up, uh (uh) Count it by hand, money counter jam up They don't go to the bank 'cause they hidin' Nigga, get 'em a blanket, they tucked You pourin' drank, nigga, what's a line? Two fours, a pint really ain't much Two hoes the mob still ain't touch Can't name a flaw bitch that I trust, uh Two-tone AP, look at the watch Stuck in the cell, just lookin' at clock Niggas be livin' like actors, life is a movie, but you the one changin' the plot Broke nigga signed a deal for a lil' paper, not even wantin' his tape to drop In traffic with vert and I'm slidin' with Uzi Servin' the dope to the J's, that rock Basehead like the speakers knock Head to toe, one tee to the socks We go to war, I'm front line in the bushes It ain't no secret, we lookin' for opps If me and G in a slime, then we took it Know he keep a mask on, mission or not Lay down in the bushes, get low with the fully He dedicated, he get him a watch I ain't goin' back to my old days, got too much paper to stop Only thing killin' me dyin' from old age, niggas ain't gon' spin my block Niggas know we steppin' and stompin' on shit, puttin' niggas in a box We the ones that put shit on t-shirts and come through, clear your block Pour a four or somethin', come kick down the door or somethin' Can't come around this hood, don't got no face card, who you know or somethin'? Triple cross, wipe a nigga nose, done took him off What's the ticket cost? The money counter jam, who gon' switchin' it out? I told bro go take his mask off, nigga be scarin' the fans too much Ride through Miami, a bulletproof Trackhawk, nigga ain't showin' their hand for much Meet up with the chopper, shoot and have a standoff Shoot him myself, I ain't askin' for much Stick to the plan or a man turnt up Count it by hand, money counter jam up, uh (uh) Count it by hand, money counter jam up They don't go to the bank 'cause they hidin' Nigga, get 'em a blanket, they tucked You pourin' drank, nigga, what's a line? Two fours, a pint really ain't much Two hoes the mob still ain't touch Can't name a flaw bitch that I trust, uh