Kodak Black - Easter in Miami lyrics

I'm great, beyond better
I’m a capital letter Z

All black Dickies, no socks in my Reeboks
Vulture bird tatted on my head, not a seahawk
Cuban link chain in the feds with a G-SHOCK
Candy apple cranberry red with the tee top
Vulture bird chain
Colored money like a peacock
I don't do too much talkin' with the bitch
Just pull my meat out
Big ol’ Patek on, I stay rockin' Philippe
I ain't no chico but they call me Felipe
Yeah
I copped the Rollie ain't nobody else had
And by the time you got an AP
I was already on Patek crab legs and shrimp
And we sippin' Chardonnay
They all on the drip
They envy me like Charlamagne
Talkin' like a pimp


(yeah) , switchin' different broads a day
Walkin' with a limp, Kodak, baby, follow me
And the Corduroy matchin’ with
The blue hundreds
How the old school Jag cost me new money?
Like the car got feet, got the coupe runnin’
I be hangin' out the Jeep, like
Who want it?
I be squeezin’ on her cheeks, like who woman?
Like the stick making beats
Got my crew drumming
LJ, young legend out of Pompano
Lime green Lamb', I ain't slimy
But I'm grimy though
Lil buddy, he be perkin’
He ain't no killer
But he be robbin' though
I'm splat to splat
These niggas be droppin' back
To back like dominoes
Grabbin' niggas like it's miny-mo
We gleerious
Niggas fallin' like Geronimo, it's serious
(Pop, pop) don't get it twisted
We some killers like we serial (Pop, pop)
I'm the GOAT, but it's ostrich my interior
I know you won't
But I be cautious when I'm nearing ya
'Cause I can see you niggas
Plottin' through my peripheral
Real nigga, they wanna copy my material
But I'm cut from a different kind
Of silk than you lil' niggas
And them city girls got all these
Bitches milkin' you lil' niggas, yeah
I never blow, I been done killed
One of you lil' niggas, yeah
I'm sendin' locs, as soon as I
Get out, spin it quicker, yeah
(yeah) like eskimo, got so much drip
Runnin' down my ligaments, yeah
Stick in the trunk, get rid of it, yeah
Fuck with the toast like cinnamon, yeah
(yeah) cutthroat, I ain't no gentleman
I'm in the backseat, I'm the triggerman
On these Percs
I'm on these bitches like it's Ritalin
We be jumpin' out the pen
I really handled it
Lil' niggas swingin' out that van
It be embarrassing
Lil' niggas swingin' out that van
Like he don't care again shoutout to Ray
We made a bag on top of Maryland
We had a misunderstanding, but nigga
We better than
And these niggas, they be bitches
They be checkin' in
These niggas chicken, they be layin' eggs
And I ain't happy 'til I get my million
Now bitch, call me Dirty Dan
Now bitch, come and do your dance
Straight gas, comin' straight gas at ya ass
I'm comin' straight gas
I made a statement, but I
Ain't never made a statement, ain't it?
Back to back foreigns in the
Hood before I made it, ain't it?
She don't wanna work, she wanna
Trick off and get famous, ain't it?
You got me fucked up, ho'
I don't know what the fuck you think we are
Look at me jumpin' out the
Feds like I'm Lil Guwop
And these meds got me chewin' up my chewop
I'm chewin' up my muppy, I'm lockjaw
Last nigga said fuck me, he knocked off
I'm chewin' up my muppy
I'm chewin' up my chewop
I'm chewin' up my muppy, I'm lockjaw
Last nigga said fuck me, he knocked off, ayy
He knocked off, yeah
Boy, stop playin' with a nigga
Like I ain't imperial
I'm the biggest Z, nigga, I'm Zuperior

Zuperior