All day on the highway, Miami Leanin' sideway, know my ride look like candy Fuck dem always (Yo, yo) Squad ridin' all day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You don't mean it (Yuh) I don't trust muhfuckers, looking wack in this bitch I be ballin' like Meech, I don't have an assist If I pull up on a freak, might pass her the dick I be zag ziggin', patent linen, patent leather Big rhythms through Hell's Kitchen Got bad women Harsh liver, same jacket Brain spinnin', foul livin' (Ugh) Bitches know the cameras on, (Bitches) What you think they actin' for? Passin' for? (Bitches) Don't take away the break of dawn (Ugh) Back and forth, I'll tell ya what, I'll tell ya what I take ya on a trip to south of Florida Get the crib, get the girls, and pack the floor Tell all the promoters to keep my bag in order All cash so no tax reported Muhfuckas stay
Ridin' all day on the highway Miami Leanin' sideways, know my ride look like candy Fuck dem always Squad be ridin' all day On the highway (Miami)
Deadass deadass facts (Whoo) Deadass deadass fact all on my latex Pull out let's make mess Money say "Say less" Word to your fake shit Don't take no rainchecks Vibe like I'm Tribe Quest Meets Cobain for context On the soul train I'm locked in New bitch like Farrah Fawcett Muhfuckers stay
Ridin' all day on the highway Miami Leanin' sideways, know my ride look like candy Fuck dem always Squad be ridin' all day On the highway (Miami) You might also like Shit if I said it I meant it I'm getting better and better I ain't concerned about relevance or that pop shit All of my fellas be in some Giorgio apparel I got the look from my grandma, I couldn't top it Live for this, feel this shit, film this shit Slim fella with the thickest bitch Four letters you could take a pic Love or hate, just don't fake that shit Ooh big money talkin' ooh Go on boy tell it, only tell it if it's true They like “Yo Felly drop a muhfuckin song” I be on my celly, know I fill a lot of shoes Got an indie label in the crib with Enough of this, fuck this shit, suck this dick Ain't goin' to lunch with no publicist I'm on the sea with a bunch of skrimp Going down in this sunken ship E3 muhfuckers stay
Ridin' all day, on the highway Miami Leanin' sideways, know my ride look like candy Fuck dem always Squad be ridin' all day On the highway (Miami)
Yeah, yeah E3 muhfuckas stay ridin', stay ridin'
Compositores: Christian Robert Felner (Felly), James Icart, Kyran Mcemerald John ECAD: Obra #20839080