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

作曲：William Leonard Roberts II,Dieuson Octave,Faheem Najm,Douglas Whitehead,Samuel Saint-Jean,Johnny Gill

作词：William Leonard Roberts II,Dieuson Octave,Faheem Najm,Douglas Whitehead,Samuel Saint-Jean,Johnny Gill

It's hard as hell for a young florida boy

Where we play football and sell **

Go rims and sticks seven trays no tops

You did candy paints yeah

Gold rims good ** make a wonderful summer

Heard I was a genius would come to the numbers

Do it for the young father still signing the 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 them up they say I remind them of meech

Shootouts

Miami can't spend no time on the beach

Do or die

Get up like I got a hundred keys border the florida

She fell in love with losses

Then I've been to corner with a couple drops

Get your money less for what ourselves

Life for testing every day

We got so much to fail right

Told you the world was yours

Now you in the cell

Send a repretention now you by yourself

Always did this shopping now you on the cell

Next time you see your daughter better harder melt

Pray for your ** if they do nothing else

Pray you see the bigger ** you looking mama help

Yeah

Wake up wake up

Lay down the top then that's your pay stuff

It's hard as hell for this lord aboard

I know you boy homie

Young this killing with no remorse

No with no remorse yeah

Home a young this killing with no remorse yeah

Time to flood the boys seven three to them a m g's

Now we rolling boys rolling boys yeah yeah

My momma raised me f l a paid me

I beat all of them cases I'm onyeah I'm a flooded boy

Old school big rims hit like tonka toys yeah

I got a florida state of mind now

I be on my grind now

Let my chick and shine now they on

I could've been a student my mind was polluted

Project unit ** I can smell all the rose sewage

Told myself it's time to go do this

Outlines can't be switching up like I'm ray lewis

For the young cause watching I'm rocking my jewelry

Turn it into franchises as you maturing

Johnny dang seen a lot of change

Such a duty for them days I miss my father's face

Wake up go wake up

Wake up

All these politicians need they face cut

Beefing with **s you went to school with

East to sunday at church prayed in the pool pit

I'm rocking rollies with homies I made some moves with

A bomb so the rollies we told the tools with

Quit thatget funny get money

If some new chicks I'll get buried with this

You broke the rules with

Yeah yeah

Time to blow the boys seven three to them a m g's

Now we rolling bars rolling bars yeah yeah

My mama raised mef l a paid me

I beat all of them cases I'm on yeah

I'm a bloody boy old school big rims

Just like talking toys talking toys yeah

I got a florida state of mind

Now I be on my grind now let my ** shine

Now they own

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

Long live florida girl

My ** to pull up in the chevy

You can't keep up with her

Long live florida girl

You ain't gonna hit mefor no leg ** I keep it on me

Lonely in florida yeah

Top down by myself but I'm never lonely

Lonely in florida yeah

See I ain't really finna have remorse

This ain't a maybach

But my all the a ac's go way back

They go way back thuggers on the cut

That's I'm a golden acqueror

Living like the og slime peanut butter they gotta eat

I'm talking to

The last supper I'm jordan in this **

Putting mad numbers up project

Baby street life what I'm a customer

Yeah that's what I'm a custom too

Boy my young boy come charge when he running you

We ain't

Over there in public houses like we growing too

But it's still a struggle

So you can't get too comfortable

Cause you see that money coming

And they try to come for you

But they don't know that it's famous me

None of you still keep a gun or two

And I still dump the truth

Crawl before I walk started running

Then I ** the flu

Living like a hustler was still eating lunchable yeah

And we ain't even need a poor

As we do this before I was rich

Full torn thorn standing on my team

Got it off the floor

Been jumped off the porch in fourteen I had lawyers

Hit a lick in a stolen car with no headlights

I stopped that

The we ain't stopped but I'm not a red light

I killed the whole dmv

No stars got it all

Credit card yeah lost in it

It was back in twenty fifteen

We ain't babyling but I'm just a type of young

You missed before I speak

I'll be flawed to say why ain't no fluids

Me I don't play both sides

I keep it a two g I'll ride

The rules to the street whack it and jacket

I'm snatching jewelry

I'm a hatred boy I'm drinked up in cubanese

Wishing when I drink love and killing

I swear we ain't even need to hook

They gave a dog alone

Sinners she can't even read the book

Sniper game music too

Yeah sniper game music too

Feeling the whole track kinda

I love the track kinda but I hate everybody

That part