[Intro]
Down south, Florida n***a
Down south, Florida n***a, yeah, fuck these n***as they ain't about it
Bloody n***a-
Down south, Florida n***a
Down south, Florida n***a, yeah, fuck these n***as they ain't about it
Bloody n***a-
Down south, Florida n***a
Down south, Florida n***a, yeah, fuck these n***as they ain't about it
Bloody n***a, yeah we pull up with [?]
[?] young n***a, yeah we 'bout it, young n***as
Yeah, a mouth full of gold

[Verse]
Yeah I'm 'bout it bout it
I put the quick scam, n***a and I wasn't thinkin' 'bout it
And I ain't really give a damn, 'cuz I wasn't proud of it
And it's been goin' for the half so that it's discounted
Trace it all way back to '89, you know I probably got it
Really gotta detail the rims, fully on my [?]
I drop the top right at the light, them bitches starin' sharp
60 put a great wall in my mouth just like a landmark (Bitch!)
I'm in traffic, don't give a fuck about them n***as man
I know they mad, these 30 inches spin like ceiling fans
Banana clip, stuffin' the bag just likе Bananagrams
I'm a 2015 graduate with a whole system plan
Wеnt to Gucci, blew it, 'cause we had it, it wasn't really planned
Smokin' in the sand on South Beach, playin' with them bands
She can't ghost the beast, I seen more horror than Hereditary
Wasn't in the streets, I seen the way out like a visionary
Gotta get off mine, get collections, beneficiary
These n***as know, in these times it be really scary
I been tryin' to cut down on that cow, and get really dairy
Let me see your gold shine right now, more like alpha male
And where we at, his neck got clothes-lined like a Nike check
Flyin' down south in a hard-top, jolly ranch
Internet, I be on my phone, but I'm not into that
When it's crack lightning out the jaw, don't need no cigarette
Keep the music underground, just like Tony Hawk
Ruth Chris, I'm eatin' steak, look just like a tomahawk
Donut a straight eight, it did a somersault
Krispy Kreme glaze on the whip, look like a waterfall
These n***as know it's over
Might pull up in that Rover
1990 the skova
Fuck n***as soft like sofas
They didn't wan' believe us
Hangin' round with my people
Striped up just like a zebra
Stay up, Evel Knievel
[Outro]
And they be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at his neck (Yup)
They be at your neck (Yup, yup)
They be at your neck
They be at your neck
Oh, n***a, yeah
N***a, yeah