Easter in Miami Songtext
von Kodak Black

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 sea hawk
Cuban link chain and the feds with the 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 bitches, pull my meat out
They go petite, I stay rockin' Felipe
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 cars 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 make you blink, got my crew drumming

LJ, young legend out of Pompano
Lime green Lamb′, I ain't slimy, but I′m grimy though
Your 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 G.O.A.T., but it′s ostrich by material
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
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 van 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