Miami
And it ain't nothing like where I'm from, no
Yeah, I can keep my gun and my truck and
Miami
They don't know my name at these bars
And you can't even see any stars and
Miami
You got me in my head for a couple days now
But it don't hit the same as my Tennessee town
Except for getting sand in my boots
Ask yourself,
what the hell is a redneck gonna do when
Miami Miami
Now it get cold in New Orleans but temporary
And she know that I'm colder than refrigerator
pairing And she don't wanna go to New Orleans,
it's
Armageddon So we go to South Beach,
she say it's perfect
Before I wet and I start sweating in a Cherokee Without the doors,
don't get no sand in my
Jeep On my decor, she look at me like, please
So I please the bitch,
we up in Little Brown Sunday
I'm like Jesus,
party in a 305 We so high,
if we go live,
you might see
O'Brien Can't believe your eyes, we eat at Prime
And I ate so much shrimp,
I got iodine poisoning I can't even swim,
but I could throw a yacht
40,
we really in Miami I'm like Will Smith in Miami
I'm like Uncle Luke,
Trick Daddy Me and Trina almost got married
Got a bindle on Collins,
can't see stars,
just a island
I got a target on my wallet But like Morgan Bar,
I'm wildin' in Miami
It ain't nothing like where I come from I
can't keep my gun and my truck and Miami
They don't know my name at these bars And
you can't even see any stars and Miami
You drive me in my head for a couple
days now But it don't hit the same,
it don't hit the same time
Except for getting sand in my boots Ask yourself,
what the hell is a redneck gonna do in Miami?
Yeah,
ask yourself,
what the hell is a don't do in Miami?
Biggest Boss, Ricky Rosé
Uh,
feelin' good in my two-seater Top down,
it's too easy
Yacht season in Miami Sun's out, too breezy
Swimsuits on South Beach Condo for my side piece
Change of plans,
let's just shop Blue double bag,
200 G's
Life short,
so live fast Corvette with the red rag
Cry once,
not twice Really hurt when my dad passed
Make a toast,
let's drink to it Still real with my day once
And I'm still down to die for you Pray for me when that day comes
It ain't nothing like where I come from I
can't keep my gun and my truck and Miami
They don't know my name at these bars And
you can't even see any stars and Miami
You drive me in my head for a couple
days now But it don't hit the same,
it don't hit the same time
Except for getting sand in my boots Ask yourself,
what the hell is a redneck gonna do in Miami?
Yeah,
ask yourself,
what the hell is a don't do in Miami?
It ain't nothing like where I'm from But like my,
my,
my