Intro: Boobie Lootaveli 
Ayy, Spock, you slid on this ho 

Verse 1: Pouya 
Where you at? Eatin' good and gettin' fat 
Waitin' for my coffin, creepin' where the reaper at 
I be swervin' through the traffic like I'm runnin' and can't look back 
But really, I just wanna go (Where?), I really don't know (Circles) 
More money, more bitches, more worthless 
When you look under the surface, look at the motives 
I know your face, the smile livin' in your eyes, I can see you blurking 
Who to love? Who to trust? How can I know for certain? 
Sick of these rappers smirkin', yuh 

Verse 2: Boobie Lootaveli 
Bust through the door, where the cash at? 
Got one hundred twenty, two [?] in a trashbag 
Turn your OG to a hashtag 
Hop in, we gon' take a road trip in a hatchback 
I pulled up some money in NASDAQ 
The rest I invested on bitches and crack bags 
Play with my money, don't stash that 
Walk in with my stick like I got a bad back 
Your pocket low to the minimal, uh 
Stretchin' the work like it's silicone 
I hop out the whip like it's biblical 
Let my nuts hang like a physical test 
Airin' the shit from the hip to your neck 
I pop me a thirty, I'm feelin my chest 
I fucked on that bitch from one day to the next 
She looked up at me like a God in the flesh 

Chorus: Pouya & Boobie Lootaveli
Miami, Florida, nothing but 'gators in that (Water)
Don't even bother, get to the paper, they got nothing to (Offer)
Life is okay, I just wish I was (Taller)
But I'm okay, still gonna put my dick in your (Daughter)
Miami, Florida, nothing but 'gators in that (Water)
Don't even bother, get to the paper, they got nothing to (Offer)
Life is okay, I just wish I was (Taller)
But I'm okay, still gonna put my dick in your (Daughter, ayy)

Verse 3: Boobie Lootaveli
Rode 'round pills too long, high ways
Gettin' rich 'bout four, five ways
Hating on me, come catch this fade
If you bigger than me, come dodge this 'K, ayy
Bitch, don't check for me, go check your brakes
Spilled some lean on my shirt, got stained
With a dope lightskin so I called her Drake, ooh
Man, the food so nice they named it twice
Forty-five stuck to your head like lice
That purp with a drank like beans and rice
I was doin' good trappin', ain't need no mic
One shot, I don't need no pipe
Looked at my rap check laughin'
All the street money, I was talkin' my shit so fire

Verse 4: Pouya
As the time goes by and I'm waitin' to die
Look at the fire in my eyes, I'm never tellin' no lies
My riders gon' ride for me, 911 ain't no lease
What it do, baby? Let's make a move and get into it, bitch
Wrap a rapper up in plastic, don't make me have to get drastic
Goin' insane, think I need a straight jacket, Cadillac still swervin' in traffic
You sick of the same shit, then suck a dick laid in the casket
Got two hoes in the bathtub, they wanna do drugs and get nasty

Chorus: Pouya
Miami, Florida, nothing but 'gators in that (Water)
Don't even bother, get to the paper, they got nothing to (Offer)
Life is okay, I just wish I was (Taller)
But I'm okay, still gonna put my dick in your (Daughter)
Miami, Florida, nothing but 'gators in that (Water)
Don't even bother, get to the paper, they got nothing to (Offer)
Life is okay, I just wish I was (Taller)
But I'm okay, still gonna put my dick in your (Daughter)