6:03 In Miami Lyrics

I ran back to that pape that's why my pockets look like thigh pads

Baby said she hate how I don't care with my dry ass

My bad baby

Yeah I'm still fucked up from my last baby

And I know I gotta get over the past baby

But it ain't really easy

And Tete Neisha keep on calling said she really need me

And if I told you what I made then you won't believe me

These phones really Ike Turner how they do the beating

They use to crack jokes, thinking I can't crack G's

Now I crack girl crack boy and I crack weed

And I heard you was tryna crack some dog that's a bad breed

762's they a make a nigga back bleed

Moncler on me baby, allat cold shit

She cheated on em cuz he broke she a cold bitch

I got 36 oz's ina kitchen that's a whole brick

We don't ever worry bout yo nigga he a whole bitch

Yea I'm up in Saks Fifth wit a hunnid thou on me

She said she love me she gon put that mouth on me

Yeah I'm passing niggas up who was looking down on me

I'm talking bout them niggas used to clown on me

Now I'm up I can pay they rent and they bitch bill

A quarter ticket bitch I'm almost worth a big mil

If you try to set that play nigga you gon get yo bitch killed

She see the yays now she thinking I'm a big deal