[Intro]
This shit ain't no game
No
Any n***a talkin' down on me gon' die this year
Any n***a hatin' on me gon' die this year, believe that shit
Ayy
Pussy n***a you better know that this my year
And every year is my year

[Refrain]
I took over this rap game, I took over this rap shit
This shit is mine, I own this shit
This shit is mine, I run this shit
I took over this rap game, I took over this rap shit
This shit is mine, took over it
This shit is mine, I took over this shit, n***a

[Verse 1]
N***a, huh, yeah, yeah, n***a
Check me out, dude
Tell you something
Real Miami n***as, just know we run the whole shit
Real Florida n***as, just know the statе run this shit
If you n***as from out of state, then you can die quick
Comе down here to Florida, we hit you with them sticks
If you feel like Florida pussy, then come test this shit
All you out-of-town n***as, come to Florida, you can die quick
N***a this the gun state, n***a this the pistol state
This state shake like a pistol, talk shit then we gon pistol whip
Come down here to Florida, guarantee you gon die
Come down here to Miami, make yo ass cry
Pinch yo ass with that red dot, put this shit to yo head bitch
We don't give a fuck, bitch I'm counting that bread bitch
Don't district smack, this whole Florida shit bitch
Free that boy Melly, shoutout that boy Kodak
Real n***a shit, free that boy Jack
Real n***a shit, you can catch me out in the splat
Real Miami n***a, I'm from Miami Dade County
30 to the 5, I got nothing but real n***as 'round me
And you know we stuntin', and we getting that money
And we counting that hunnids, and we fucking bad bitches
And these bitches on my dick, and you know that we getting it
Y'all n***as wanna be from Miami, yeah, I see it
Tell that boy Quando Rondo, to get off Florida dick
Why you wearing yo fucking hair like a Florida n***a, lil' bitch
Ain't yo ass from Georgia? Y'all don't even dress like that
If I catch your ass slippin', I'ma punch in your shit, yeah
You a lil' fuck n***a, boy, get up off our dick, yeah
Every n***a wanna be from Florida, 'cause we fuckin' they bitches
Yeah, you was a lil' fuck n***a, you know we gettin' them riches
Real Florida n***as, and we 'bout our business
Everybody wanna be like a fuckin' Miami n***a
A fuckin' Broward n***a, a fuckin' Palm Beach n***a
A fuckin' Orlando n***a, a fuckin' Jacksville n***a
A fuckin' Tampa n***a, a North Florida n***a
A Central Florida n***a, a South Florida n***a
'Cause we run this whole shit, n***a, and my finger on the trigger
Florida, the motherfuckin' murder capital of the world
You disrespect us, we gon' kill you and kill your girl
And then all you country n***as, that's tryna watch us on TV
Tryna be like us, tryna count money like us
Y'all n***as ain't on shit, but you don't want war with us
Y'all know where Florida at, so if you wanna come and get it
Spring break comin' up, so them licks, if you feelin' they hit it
Memorial weekend, we knockin' out of town n***as out
We ain't worried 'bout you, out-of-town fuck n***as
Comin' down to Florida, tryna stunt in y'all rentals
Tryna fuck our bitches, tryna smoke our weed
Tryna count y'all money in our city, won't succeed
We knockin' out-of-town n***as out
I'ma tell you n***as what we really 'bout
If you come down here, you ain't from here
N***a, yeah, you gettin' knocked out
That's real shit
All these bitches on my dick
'Cause I'm a Carol City n***a and you know I got that sti-
[Verse 2]
Ayy, ay I got the stick, ayy, I got the stick, yeah
Real Carol City n***a, yeah, you know I got the stick, ayy
And you know I got that swag, bitch, ayy
'Cause I got the stick, yo, 'cause I got the stick
Free that boy and walk
Yeah, we do this shit
Carrot City n***as, yeah, you know we up in this bitch
Shoutout to that boy, Ross
He a bossin' bitch, pulled up with that Fendi fit
Pulled up in that Fendi shit, yo
Shoutout to that boy Bird, real n***a shit
Go ahead, tell me the words
Shoutout to that boy Quay, shoutout to Bulle
Shoutout to John Capp, man, you know how we do it
Shoutout to that boy 12, boy, what it do?
12 land, shoutout to the fool
RIP Bull, RIP Stroke, they ain't n***as for sure
Shout
Out to that boy Nell, really neat, what it do?
East Miami, West Miami, North Miami
Shoutout South Miami
Shoutout Central, shoutout OT
Overtown, yeah, they fuck with me
Real n***a shit, man, I'm countin' this cheese
Catch you n***as slippin', then you get deceased
I'm talkin' 'bout out-of-town n***as
I catch a slippin', then I'ma hit her
Hit his ass with the motherfucking trigger
Yeah, you know he a dead n***a
[Outro]
I don't care what state you in, bruh
Where you from?
I don't give a fuck if you from New York
Motherfuckin' Philly
I don't give a fuck, you know what I'm sayin'?
If I don't know you, your ass gettin' killed
New York, Philly, motherfuckin' what?
LA, uh, California, Chicago, Texas
N***a, Ca-Carolina, North Carolina, South Carolina
Bitch Georgia, New Orleans, Louisiana
I don't give a fuck, Tennessee
I don't care where you from, you come to Florida, n***a
Yeah Alabama, Mississippi
I don't care, Indiana
I don't care what state you from, n***a
From any other state
If you ain't from Florida, you come down here with all that flexin'
Your ass gon' die, n***a
Better check in or die, n***a
Check in, n***a
Shoutout to every other n***a that ain't from here
Checked in though, my n***a
That be doin' this shit
And if you ain't checkin' in 'round here
In any city in Florida, n***a
Especially in Miami, the capital of Florida, n***a
Your ass die, n***a
We pullin' your first 48, n***a
Straight like that