Skeme - 6am in Miami lyrics

I'ma lay it up Wizzo Whadup n***a South Beach sh** Miami dance to the Crooked 4 Life It's 6AM in miami I'ma think about timing I am truncus[?] for life And the realest boy on the planet The n***as out here just getting chip And b**hes just getting dick Tell this world i am k**ing sh** Tell these rappers, quit stealing sh** I am really that n***a now No question marks and commas We hitting atlanta next I set the play up with drama Presidential my wrist The yellow gold be obama b**h i'ma terrorist threat They done resurrected osama I Drop the album for when My double disk come to summer These n***as lying, I barely talk I just speak through my numbers I don't wash my dirty hands, now I got shooters to dump you You get big headed with me Flachet top, like you my chauffer I took my dallas to south beach Ain't too much out of reach I'm back for my spot so n***a Just get your a** out of my seat Don't speak about what i am about to be I am just practicing what i preach I rap about what i really live They just rapping about what they see This sh** here be a SOP So shout out to this hennesey Tied to me over mine mix The more i get this lean I am I.N.G.L.E forever No second guessing S.O.X. until the d**h You know the set i am reppin My n***as ain't the CCW Use the concealed weapon We stash rugers in ubers Even the chauffer feels threatened All this game i got I must been a Pimp in my past life Tell Sosa I'm coming back I need my one and half my Who is you to me ? Because truefully, if it be you or me All that ever shoots in woop woops That's how you know skeme S.G. and O.D.B. for n***a that might go for <3 Charging you what? I have been duke That b**h, a hoe for free Crooked You b**h, I am on a bus And Ain't no giving a f** Ain't got no shirt on the miami beach What's happening Gold on my chest Yeah n***a Chichi get the yayo b**h