TOMMY VERCETTI Lyrics

I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti (Huh)

I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti (Hmm)

I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti

Ima race to the moon like I'm Mario Andretti

Glock on my hip if you try it get deadly

Give the D to my ex bitch I feel like its belly

Send an SMS boy cause you know that I'm ready

Took some cash on the track cuz you know that shit petty

Its the RAF with the Rick and the brand new Guiseppe

When the goons out man this shit can get deadly

Watchu doing now boy I did that already

I'm in the trap with some bros and some hoes now (Ouuu)

In love with drugs but they telling me slow down (Yeah!)

I'm in the trap off of ten different milligrams

Kick that boy out cause you know I'm not feeling him

My muslim bitch told me to work on my discipline

Hit the trap then I go run up my dividends

Put dem lil racks on that boy when the money come in

Now I hope it dont change me

Put a little glock on my hip when they try me through the city

Cuz I know them boys hate me

I used to pray on my knees in the trap

And I looked to the lord cause you saved me

I used to just ride with my dogs and you know

We some strays cuz they know that can't tame me

Ima race to the moon bitch I feel like I'm Neil

My boys on the payroll I keep em to kill

And I ride with my brothers like Kenan and Kel

In the Hellcat I'm dashing in the demon for real

Off the pills you know I'm a demon for real

And these bitches they really want my semen for real

And the rich hoes they got St Laurent in the hills

Broke as hell boy I was missing them meals

I think about my past it give me the chills

I'm showing my ass with some hoes from Brazil

This shit is authentic boy you know its real

This shit can get deadly off half of a pill

No Rihanna Fenty boy I'm poppin real pills

Can't swim in this water they gon pop at your gills

The energy off I cant feel what you feel

Like my ancestors boy I was born in the field

I do not need a deal cause you know I'm a dealer

No tequila but you know I'ma killa

That boy cannot kick it that boy not familiar

I only fear the man I see in the mirror

Trap trap wit that paraphernalia

All that rap cap little boy they gon' kill ya

Take a cat nap off the xans look like thriller

She give me fellatio buss on her concealer

(Wooo)

Tell the dealer I need me more dope

Just give me more time to get in my mode

Just cause that it glitter don't mean its gold

Pick your own fate theres a fork in the road

The Fogo De Chao I eat with the hoes

You get out of line and they wiping his nose

New Rick Owens on everytime that I pose

I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti (Huh)

I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti (Hmm)

I'm in Miami I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti

Ima race to the moon like I'm Mario Andretti

Glock on my hip if you try it get deadly

Give the D to my ex bitch I feel like its belly

Send an SMS boy cause you know that I'm ready

Took some cash on the track cuz you know that shit petty

Its the RAF with the Rick and the brand new Guiseppe

When the goons out man this shit can get deadly

Watchu doing now boy I did that already

I'm in the trap with some bros and some hoes now (Ouuu)

In love with drugs but they telling me slow down (Yeah!)