Yuh, yuh It's the rise of the '90s Miami City but we never pity bitches 'cause they actin' really grimy Ratchet, crawlin' like maggots Laughin' 'cause we passin' and dashin' massive action Titties flashin', asses clashin' on my mattress Hot like matches in the planet Get rid of them haters up on in the coffin I'm bossin' and mobbin' Heart throbbin' 'cause bitches be lovin' my style Start drippin' like wet and wild Phase two comin' at you Mothafucka, watch what you do I slide with my crew, we know what to do Not fuckin' with you 'cause you a bitch It's the rise of the '90s Miami City but we never pity bitches 'cause they actin' really grimy Pouya, don't sleep on me, ho 'Cause I'm sick shit with these rhyme schemes Mothafucka be talkin' that shit but he know where he can find me 'Cause it's the rise, it's the rise of the '90s Miami City but we never pity bitches 'cause they actin' really grimy Pouya, don't sleep on me, ho 'Cause I'm sick shit with these rhyme schemes Mothafucka be talkin' that shit but he know where he can find me 'Cause it's the rise, G Now swallow and follow me down the road Back in the day and I'm still bumpin' Bone Back in the way, passin' the obstacles, lick on my popsicle Do the impossible, Pouya unstoppable Amazing, the creations I've created with my words Writin' my lyrics and notes as I sit on the curb Look in my eyes, I'm ready to die But I may turn fly and look to the sky I'm lovin' the game, you can't tell me nothing I'm bustin' a nut on your cousin, quit fussin' I'm cussin', I don't give a fuckshit, bitch Restin' your bitch, don't fuck with a snitch Tryna get rich, all of these haters be ridin' my mothafuckin' dick I keep it simple, bang-bang-bang-bang, 10-4 Think I'm firm, cops slimy like worms Get rid of 'em just like germs I hope they learn money to be earned Why are you dappin' me? We are not homies If you don't stop yappin', I'm gonna start snappin' Just like I am rappin', so shut your mouth, bitch It's the rise of the '90s Miami City but we never pity bitches 'cause they actin' really grimy Pouya, don't sleep on me, ho 'Cause I'm sick shit with these rhyme schemes Mothafucka be talkin' that shit but he know where he can find me 'Cause it's the rise, it's the rise of the '90s Miami City but we never pity bitches 'cause they actin' really grimy Pouya, don't sleep on me, ho 'Cause I'm sick shit with these rhyme schemes Mothafucka be talkin' that shit but he know where he can find me 'Cause it's the rise, G