Foogiano – Dead in Miami Lyrics

Foogiano – Dead in Miami Lyrics

Dead in Miami Lyrics Foogiano

Dead In Miami is a song telling a story about Foogiano murdering someone who tried to get away with not paying for something bought from either foogiano himself or one of his associates. the song follows the same layout as “King Von’s Crazy Story” using the same trap style storytelling, a style not invented by Von but revived with the release of his popular song series Crazy Story in which had 3 parts. the story essentially details foogiano listing how he had a female accomplice distract a family of the person who foogiano followed to miami.

As the person boards a toyota camry foogiano gets in the backseat and points a gun to the victim of choice’s head and asks for the money. when he says he has no money on him mr foogiano shoots the victim in the head and leaves right before the family (victims mom, daughter and girlfriend) find his dead body in the camry.

overrall a gruesome song this is a great example to show off the “hood story” sub-genre of rap music. the song would later be added to So Icy Boyz (deluxe) a project spearheaded by famous rapper Gucci Mane and signee’s of Gucci’s New 1017 this being their second project released as a full label colab similar to Slime Language 2.

[Intro]
Huh?
(Authentic or nothin’)
Okay, I’m done
Mmm
(SpiffoMadeIt, bitch)
Ho

[Chorus]
Timing is money (Money)
My money abundant (Abundant)
I’m in Miami riding ’round in the Ghost like I run it (I run it)
Yeah, but you know that I’m strapped (I’m strapped)
Hundred K in my lap, my lap
And I’m on that mud, leaning so hard that I might hurt my back, my back
Black as hell in Off-White
If she bad, I might get her a flight
Me and Rucci do her good for a night
She climb the dick like she was taking a hike
Then rode the dick like she was riding a bike
Knife longer than Jason
I’m in Miami thuggin’ with the Haitians
Caught an opp down bad on vacation
Thought he was a gangsta, turned the nigga shakin’

[Verse 1]
Thought he got away, yeah, flew down to Miami
Thought that he was safe, hе was with his family
Yeah, I was on the beach, layin’ on thе towels, lookin’ real rich
Yeah, worry ’bout shit, go put that pussy nigga dead on that ditch, huh?
First I seen his mama, then I seen his daughter
Then I seen a bitch, she was bad as hell, I told my bitch to call her, huh?
Gotta watch my moves, I can’t do it sloppy, no
Gotta kill that nigga bystander, had too many people watchin’
Mmm, but that nigga got dotted, yeah, he was playin’ ’bout the bread
I’m the boss man, could’ve sent my youngin, do this shit myself instead
Mmm, catch him going to the car, I cock a hollow to the head
I see him take it out of park, I’m finna put that boy to bed, this nigga dead

[Chorus]
Timing is money (Money)
My money abundant (Abundant)
I’m in Miami riding ’round in the Ghost like I run it (I run it)
Yeah, but you know that I’m strapped (I’m strapped)
Hundred K in my lap, my lap
And I’m on that mud, leaning so hard that I might hurt my back, my back
Black as hell in Off-White
If she bad, I might get her a flight
Me and Rucci do her good for a night
She climb the dick like she was taking a hike
Then rode the dick like she was riding a bike
Knife longer than Jason
I’m in Miami thuggin’ with the Haitians
Caught an opp down bad on vacation
Thought he was a gangsta, turned the nigga shakin’

[Verse 2]
Car started to move, I gotta move fast
I jump in the back, all that pussy nigga see is my mask
Yeah, then I up the Glock
He scared, he in shock
I told him to drive before I put your pussy ass in a box
He go to the light
He said, “This ain’t right”
My mama and daughter, I told ’em I’ll be back before it was night
Yeah, he asked, “What do you want? I ain’t from ’round here, I ain’t bring me no cash”
Do whatever you want, I get home and I’ll send you my stash
This shit made me mad, he still tryna play
Put the Glock in his face, told the nigga, “Man, you got a date”
Yeah, yeah, nigga, you’re over (Ho), you know who it is
Know I go for the kill
You with your family, you ain’t poppin’ a pill
Yeah, that shit for real

[Chorus]
Timing is money (Money)
My money abundant (Abundant)
I’m in Miami riding ’round in the Ghost like I run it (I run it)
Yeah, but you know that I’m strapped (I’m strapped)
Hundred K in my lap, my lap
And I’m on that mud, leaning so hard that I might hurt my back, my back
Black as hell in Off-White
If she bad, I might get her a flight
Me and Rucci do her good for a night
She climb the dick like she was taking a hike
Then rode the dick like she was riding a bike
Knife longer than Jason
I’m in Miami thuggin’ with the Haitians
Caught an opp down bad on vacation
Thought he was a gangsta, turned the nigga shakin

[Verse 3]
Damn, dummy, why you ain’t pay?
Boy, then your stupid ass gotta pay
Care nothing ’bout the tears running down your face
Boy, you knew the consequences you would face (Ho)
Your ass gotta go
I ain’t go no sorry feelings for your folks
Lackin’ when ya dummy leave your ass alone
Pray to God, tell him that you coming home, huh?
Now bust you a right
Told you ’bout my money I’d take your life
Been layin’ on your stupid ass every night
Knew that I would catch you when the time was right, huh?
And timin’ is great
I put a couple hollows in his face
Now it look like ketchup splattered on a plate
Tuck my pistol, walk away, and say my grace, huh?
Then I walk by his family, they don’t know a damn thing that done happened
Mama smilin’, baby lookin’ all happy
Girlfriend steady lookin’ for the camera
He thought he was manly
Was sweet like some candy
Found him slumped in the Camry
That’s another body dead in Miami

[Chorus]
Timing is money (Money)
My money abundant (Abundant)
I’m in Miami riding ’round in the Ghost like I run it (I run it)
Yeah, but you know that I’m strapped (I’m strapped)
Hundred K in my lap, my lap
And I’m on that mud, leaning so hard that I might hurt my back, my back
Black as hell in Off-White
If she bad, I might get her a flight
Me and Rucci do her good for a night
She climb the dick like she was taking a hike
Then rode the dick like she was riding a bike
Knife longer than Jason
I’m in Miami thuggin’ with the Haitians
Caught an opp down bad on vacation
Thought he was a gangsta, turned the nigga shakin’

[Outro]
Damn, dummy