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Scy Jimm - 6am In Miami Lyrics

[Intro]
(Gee, you made this shit?)

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
It's 6 a.m. in Miami (Ayy, ayy)
I'm tryna find a freak ho to eat me like candy (Come here, baby)
Ever since I came up, these niggas been sayin' we family

[Verse 1: SCY Jimm]
Blowin' racks at Neiman's, came a long way from hand-me-downs
First, they couldn't see me, I got hot, they tryna fan me now
'Member goin' up top, hittin' licks from town to town
Put lil' baby in the ring and now we goin' round for round
I be tryna stay to myself 'cause I can get a nigga killed
Ain't no cap inside my raps, won't let no lie come off my lips
And my face good with the Bloods, but my dog Texas Crip
All that dissin', don't cop deuces when that fire come off my hip
I feel like Hitler, I don't like you niggas, think I might be racist
I know IG hoes that's bad as fuck, but'll fuck you for a bracelet
Heard you rattin' on your dog, lil' bro, we don't got no relations
Bruh missed his chest, fuck 'round and caught his leg, he need an amputation
Ayy, me and gang 'nem in here gettin' higher than ceiling fan
I ain't human, I'm on exotic drugs, this shit'll kill a man
Nigga cappin', say we beefin', lil'-ass boy, you been a fan
CEO shit, nigga, I'm a boss, can't be no middleman
[Chorus: SCY Jimm & D30]
It's 6 a.m. in Miami
I'm tryna find a freak ho to eat me like candy (It's 30, nigga, you know what the fuck it is, nigga, gang)
Ever since I came up, these niggas been sayin' we family

[Verse 2: D30]
Pop out the cut, we quick to do that (Do that)
Chopper knock off his wave cap or put a hole in his durag
Nigga dead, they like, "Who that?" (They like, "Who that?")
Bitch wanna fuck on me and my mans, no pressure, lil' ho, do that (Lil' ho, do that)
Keep the camera rollin', nigga play inside this bitch, they gon' get whacked (Baow, baow)
If I get upside of your car with this chop, all windows droppin', tires flat
Nine times out of ten, whoever in that bitch got bagged
Ask the last nigga (Yeah), made him crash in it (Made him crash in it)
They can't fuck with me, I stayed down, got that bag bigger (Got that bag bigger)
If that bitch stay down, I might just make her ass bigger (Make her ass bigger)
Chase a nigga with that Glock, I sip lean, bitch, I don't sip no liquor
On the road to riches, got a clear vision
They want me dead, but I'm still livin'
Tape another clip to the broom, when I slide, I'm tryna kill, nigga
We got more bullets, we out to another spot, bitch, we still trippin'
Don't compare me to your bitch-ass nigga 'cause we two different niggas

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
It's 6 a.m. in Miami
I'm tryna find a freak ho to eat me like candy
Ever since I came up, these niggas been sayin' we family
It's 6 a.m. in Miami
I'm tryna find a freak ho to eat me like candy
Ever since I came up, these niggas been sayin' we family