Florida Boy (feat. T-Pain & Kodak Black)

It's hard as hell for a young Florida Boy

Where we play football and sell dope, ****

Gold rims and sticks, 7 tres, no tops, ya' dig?

Candy paints

Yo, gold rims, good dope make a wonderful summer

Heard I was a genius when come to the numbers

Do it for the young fathers still signing a lease

And all the hustlers who got something in common with me

If I got the keys, then it's a car I'ma keep

When I line 'em up they say I remind 'em of Meech

Shootouts in Miami, can't spend no time on the beach

Do or die, hit a plug I got 100 ki's

Board her to Florida

She fell in love with lobster

Then I bend a corner with a couple trouts

Get ya' money, let's reward ourselves

Life was testing everyday

We got so much to fail (Right)

Told you the world was yours, now you in a cell

Center of attention, now you by yourself

Always did the shopping

Now you on the shelf

Next time you see your daughter

Bet her heart'll melt (Shh)

Pray for ya' ****

If they do nothing else (We need it)

Pray you see the bigger picture

Look at momma health (Yeah)

Wake up ****! Wake up!

Lock down the top ****

That's ya' pay stub

It's hard as hell for this Florida Boy

Home of young **** killin' with no remorse

With no remorse

Home of young **** killin' with no remorse

(Yeah!) Bitch I'm a Florida Boy!

7-3's to them AMG's now we rollin' boys (Rollin' boys)

(Yeah!)

Yeah, my momma raised me

FLA. paid me, I beat all of them cases

I'm on! (Yeah)

Bitch I'm a Florida Boy! (Ooh)

Old school, big ass rims

Sittin' like Tonka toys (Tonka toys, yeah)

I got a Florida state of mind now

I be on my grind now

Let my **** shine now they on

I could have been a student

My mind was polluted

Project unit **** I could smell all the raw sewage

Told myself "Shh, time to go do this"

Sidelines can't be switchin' up like I'm Ray Lewis

For the young **** watchin' I'm rockin' my jewelry

Turn it into franchise is actually maturing

Johnny Dang seen a lot of change

Substituted for them days I miss my fathers face

Wake up, ****! Wake up!

All these politicians need they face cut

Beefin' with **** you went to school with

Easter Sunday church

Prayed in a pulpit

I'm rockin' Rolli's with homies I make some moves with

I'm buying hoes for the wodies we tote the tools with

Quit actin' funny get money and fuck some new chicks

Hug get buried with **** you broke the rules with

(Yeah!)

Bitch I'm a Florida Boy!

7-3's to them AMG's now we rollin' boys (Rollin' boys)

(Yeah!)

Yeah, my momma raised me

FLA. paid me, I beat all of them cases

I'm on! (Yeah)

Bitch I'm a Florida Boy! (Ooh)

Old school, big ass rims

Sittin' like Tonka toys (Tonka toys, yeah)

I got a Florida state of mind now

I be on my grind now

Let my **** shine now they on

I ain't gotta hate no **** I just keep on winnin'

(Call me a Florida Boy)

My bitch'll pull up in the Chevy, you can't keep up with her

(Call me a Florida Boy)

You ain't gon' hit me for no lick, bitch I keep it on me

(Call me a Florida Boy)

Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely

(Call me a Florida Boy) Yeah

See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya'

This ain't a Maybach

But my Audi A8 seats go way back

That go way back

30's on the Cutlass, I'm in Golden Anchor (What)

Livin' like the OG's, slime peanut butter

**** gotta eat

I'm talkin' to the last supper

I'm Jordan in this mu'fucka

Puttin' mad numbers up

Pocket baby

Street life what I'm a customer of

Yeah, that's what I'm accustomed to

Boy a young bull come charging when he run to you

We ain't over there in public housing like we growed into

But it's still a struggle

So you can't get too comfortable

'Cause **** see that money coming and they try to come for you

But they don't know that this famous shit

Mean nothing to you

Still keep a gun or two

And I'll still dump at you

Crawl before I walk

Started running then I fuckin' flew

Lived like the Huxtables but was still eating Lunchables

Yeah, and we ain't even need a chorus

We do this shit for Florida

I was rich before touring

Thor standing on my ten

Got it off the floor

Been jumped off the porch

Since 14 I had lawyers

Hit a lick in a stolen car with no headlights

I'll stop at the Wing-Stop but not a red light

I killed the whole DMV no startin' shit

Got it all credit card shit, yeah larceny

It was back in 2015 me and Baby linked

But I'm just the type of young **** listen 'fore I speak

I'd be fraud to say winnin' ain't influence me

I don't play both sides, **** I keep it too G

I'd prolly lose this shit like the rules to the street

Whackin' **** and jackin' ****

First I was snatching jewelry

I'm a Haitian boy, I'm draped up in cuban link

Haitian but I'm draped up in cuban link

I swear we ain't need a hook

They gave my dog a long sentence

He can't even read a book

Sniper Gang Music

Sniper Gang Music

You feel me?

The whole Tri County

I love Tri County

But I hate er'ybody

That part