DJ Scheme
Florida Water
[Intro: Danny Towers & Juice WRLD]
Yeah
Let me turn this motherfucker down
Yeah (Ayy, Scheme, you killed it)

[Chorus: Danny Towers]
I need a M, I ain't trippin', I get to it when I get to it
This that weed-blowin', lean-pourin', real gangsta music
He know I'm familiar with the brick by how my wrist movin'
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban

[Post-Chorus: Danny Towers]
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban

[Verse 1: Danny Towers]
Yeah, hula hoop the brick, I had to break it down to zip
You can't show a n***a love, 'cause all that love shit get you killed
With my brothers ridin' 'round, I up that fire right off the rip
Hundred fifty in the clip and we gon' keep that bitch on tip
Yeah, bumper to bumper, I'm in Rancho Cucamonga
I just snuck in with that thumpa, n***a
Yeah, thumpa for thumpa, everyone gon' livе they karma
Ain't no order, ain't no honor, n***a
Yeah, thеm n***as rats, I said, "What's up?"
They broke they neck and no one upped, it ain't no stompers with 'em
Yeah, them n***as rats, I said, "What's up?"
They broke they neck and no one upped, it ain't no stompers with 'em
[Chorus: Danny Towers]
I need a M, I ain't trippin', I get to it when I get to it
This that weed-blowin', lean-pourin', real gangsta music
He know I'm familiar with the brick by how my wrist movin'
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban

[Post-Chorus: Danny Towers]
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban

[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Got these n***as mad, I took off and I kicked the door in
Tell 'em I can't rock the show if they don't let the bros in
Won't put my trust inside no ho, no, all these bitches goin'
They like, "Jit, you snappin', you the one, lil' bro, you chosen"
I'm just tryna get that bag, no, I ain't tryna be famous
You ain't talkin' 'bout no motion, you don't speak my language
Them racks, they got me limpin' with the walk, I need my cane, bitch
And all my n***as tryna get that guap, we on the same shit
(We on that same shit, n***a, ayy)
(Ayy, n***a, we on that same shit)
(Ayy, limpin', bitch, I need my cane, bitch)
(Yeah, n***a, let's go)
I stay out the way, get to that cake, I want that bag
All them racks inside my pocket, n***a, made my pants sag
On the grind and you can't stop it, n***a, I want them bands back
Your bitch, she a freak, I slap that ass like I'm her damn dad
Her damn dad, n***a, uh, uh, her damn dad, n***a (Yeah, n***a)
[Chorus: Danny Towers & Ski Mask the Slump God]
I need a M, I ain't trippin', I get to it when I get to it
This that weed-blowin', lean-pourin', real gangsta music
He know I'm familiar with the brick by how my wrist movin'
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban

[Post-Chorus: Danny Towers]
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban

[Verse 3: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Know that I'm from Florida, in that water like a Chia Pet (Chia)
And I'm with my dog like it's Goddard, where my gadget at? (Yeah)
What's up in my pocket? It's a thirty like a Percocet (Yeah)
Who that in my spliff? Never mind, I'll be considerate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh Lord (Umm), no cooling kit, just boom a n***a kid (Ugh)
N***as always askin' who they with, I'm who my n***as with
N***as always askin' me for shit but never gave me piss (Ayy)
Even times when I needed a lift, n***as left me grits
Yeah, she lookin' at me and she lickin' her lips (Water)
I bet she gon' let me hit, she chew on the dick like she chew on the dip (Hehehehehe)
I went and got me a quarter, made it a zip, needed a flip (Made it)
I took a look at my wrist, made me sick quick, COVID, yeah