Ocean Drive

Y'all know what the f*ck going on man I'm still screaming out Westside Be the best side Where we known to let them techs fly Man look this The Year of Big Hollywood Man I'm done playing with y'all man Look we in Miami with this one listen Let's go for a ride We ended up in Ocean Drive Cha-cha bitch, how I slide Reach for my chain I'm thinking he must wanna die We the reason for caskets and ties F*ck where you from No, we don't f*ck With your side She know I'm not one of them guys Releasing balloons Ya we be letting It fly We send dat boy to the sky I'm having motion the power the juice Lil' bitch, you don't even know what to do with that shit Between these zips and shows I'm a real mathematic The boy doing numbers in this bitch These 556s, 223s When I bust imma empty out the clip Ain't worry about nobody jacking me at none of my shows I really be hitting them licks Ain't worried about none of this shit that these niggas be talking They run they lil mouth like a bitch But I got a cube on the back of the Glock When the boy acting funny His mood switch Chains hit Rings hit Diamonds hit Now boy picture this I'm at Barton G 600 on food Street nigga I still tote a stick F*ck up a bag Then It's back to the block On the phone with the plug Tell him send me the drop We got Za Perks Rock Whatever you need Lil' nigga come shop The labels keep calling I'm signed to the streets Up in my city, I feel like I'm Meech Racks in my jeans Pockets obese F*ck no We ain't ducking no beef Let's go for a ride We ended up in Ocean Drive Cha-cha bitch, how I slide Reach for my chain I'm thinking he must wanna die We the reason for caskets and ties F*ck where you from No, we don't f*ck With your side She know I'm not one of them guys Releasing balloons Ya we be letting It fly We send dat boy to the sky Gang Y'all know the f*ck going on man I told y'all it's The Year Of Big Hollywood man Y'all know how the f*ck I'm comin man Look if I'm lying I'm flying and bitch I ain't got wings nigga Real street nigga shit man I left Barton G got that bitch on me Street nigga spent a rack on food Easy shit slight day yeah yeah yeah Let's go for a ride We ended up in Ocean Drive Cha-cha bitch, how I slide Reach for my chain I'm thinking he must wanna die We the reason for caskets and ties F*ck where you from No, we don't f*ck With your side She know I'm not one of them guys Releasing balloons Ya we be letting It fly We send dat boy to the sky