Easter In Miami

I'm great, beyond better

I'm a capital letter Z

All black Dickies, no socks in my Reeboks

Vulture bird tatted on my head, not a sea hawk

Cuban link chain and the feds with the G-Shock

Candy apple cranberry red with the tee top

Vulture bird chain, colored money like a peacock

I don't do too much talkin' with the bitches, pull my meat out

They go petite, I stay rockin’ Felipe

I ain't no chico but they call me Felipe, yeah

I copped the Rollie ain't nobody else had

And by the time you got an AP, I was already on Patek

Crab legs and shrimp, and we sippin' Chardonnay

They all on the drip, they envy me like Charlamagne

Talkin' like a pimp (yeah), switchin' different broads a day

Walkin' with a limp, Kodak, baby, follow me

And the Corduroy matchin' with the blue hundreds

How the old school Jag cost me new money?

Like the cars got feet, got the coupe runnin’

I be hangin’ out the Jeep, like, who want it?

I be squeezin' on her cheeks, like who woman?

Like the stick make you blink, got my crew drumming

LJ, young legend out of Pompano

Lime green Lamb’, I ain't slimy, but I'm grimy though

Your buddy, he be perkin', he ain’t no killer, but he be robbin' though

I'm splat to splat, these niggas be droppin' back to back like dominoes

Grabbin' niggas like it's miny-mo, we gleerious

Niggas fallin' like Geronimo, it's serious (pop, pop)

Don't get it twisted, we some killers like we serial (pop, pop)

I'm the G.O.A. t., but it's ostrich by material

I know you won't, but I be cautious when I'm nearing ya

'Cause I can see you niggas plottin' through my peripheral

Real nigga, they wanna copy my material

But I'm cut from a different kind of silk than you lil' niggas

And them city girls got all these bitches milkin' you lil' niggas, yeah

I never blow, I been done killed one of you lil' niggas, yeah

I'm sendin' locs, as soon as I get out, spin it quicker, yeah (yeah)

Like eskimo, got so much drip runnin' down my ligaments, yeah

Stick in the trunk, get rid of it, yeah

Fuck with the toast like cinnamon, yeah (yeah)

Cutthroat, I ain't no gentleman

I'm in the backseat, I'm the triggerman

On these Percs, I'm on these bitches like it's Ritalin

We be jumpin' out the pen, I really handled it

Lil' niggas swingin' out that van, it be embarrassing

Lil' niggas swingin' out that van like he don't care again

Shoutout to Ray, we made a bag on top of Maryland

We had a misunderstanding, but nigga, we better than

And these niggas, they be bitches, they be checkin' in

These niggas chicken, they be layin' eggs

And I ain't happy till I get my million

Now bitch, call me Dirty Dan

Now bitch, come and do your dance

Straight gas, comin' straight gas at ya ass, I'm comin' straight gas

I made a statement, but I ain't never made a statement, ain't it?

Back to back foreigns in the hood before I made it, ain't it?

She don't wanna work, she wanna trick off and get famous, ain't it?

You got me fucked up, ho', I don't know what the fuck you think we are

Look at me jumpin' out the van like I'm Lil Guwop

And these meds got me chewin' up my chewop

I'm chewin' up my muppy, I'm lockjaw

Last nigga said fuck me, he knocked off

I'm chewin' up my muppy, I'm chewin' up my chewop

I'm chewin' up my muppy, I'm lockjaw

Last nigga said fuck me, he knocked off, ayy

He knocked off, yeah

Boy, stop playin' with a nigga like I ain't imperial

I'm the biggest Z, nigga, I'm Zuperior