[Intro] Palm trees sway But the block feel cold (brrt) Waves on the side Plates on the stove [Verse 1] Hit Collins Ave in the slides, still paranoid Phone doing numbers like a slot, little Android Condo on the water, but the floor full of foil Vac-seal humming while the AC coil Spanish shorty bagging on a glass-top table Pray the neighbors think it’s just cable Backdoor buzzing, that’s a Zelle, that’s a payment Front door deadbolt, peephole vacant Uber at the lobby, that’s a runner, not a date Sand in my rug, but the money stay straight I can see the cruise ships shining from the balcony Still got a scanner in my hand for reality (bop, bop) [Chorus] I’m trappin’ in Miami, where the sky stay blue But my mind stay red from the things I do (yeah) Flip that pack by the ocean, let the tide run through If the wave too big, better ride that too I’m trappin’ in Miami, where the sun look sweet But the block so bitter when you play these streets Got a brick and a Bible in the passenger seat Say a prayer, then I serve, then repeat, then repeat (uh) [Verse 2] Wristband on from the club, still counting Salt on my sneakers from the beach, still bouncing Everyone flex in the ‘Gram with a caption We don’t post work, we just post transactions Little jet skis carving up the bay like lines I was in a Lyft, splitting up a nine Driver ask, “Tourist?” I laugh, “Kind of” Drop at the Marriott, then double back, grind up (skrrt) Feds love boats, they be watching from the pier So I keep it in the city where the traffic disappear Up late nights when the strip go quiet Only sound left is a scale and a siren (woo) [Chorus] I’m trappin’ in Miami, where the sky stay blue But my mind stay red from the things I do Flip that pack by the ocean, let the tide run through If the wave too big, better ride that too I’m trappin’ in Miami, where the sun look sweet But the block so bitter when you play these streets Got a brick and a Bible in the passenger seat Say a prayer, then I serve, then repeat, then repeat (hey)
