[Intro: T-Pain]
(Yeah, boop boop , yeah, boop)
If we gon' be Florida n***as, let's be Florida these days, know what I'm talkin' about?
(Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We all roll together n***a

[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
You can't kill me, n***a, I swear that I've been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon' be here back in '94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parkin' lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin' Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
I can't even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
I can't even go to sleep (why?), your bitch keep blowin' me (yah)
I rep that shit from the eight-thousand-fifty down to the Florida Keys (yah)
Set my n***a Kodak free (why?), that ain't where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
N***as must wanna bleed (ooh), they don't wanna play my beat (ooh)
N***as ain't rats where I'm from (why?) so they don't fuck with my cheese (nah)
Every Florida n***a comin' up, that is that shit that I like to see (oh yeah)
Every Florida n***a sayin' that they the only Florida n***a
That shit don't sound right to me (nah), my n***as gon' blast for me (yeah)

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
If you talk that blasphemy (yeah), blastin' a fuck n***a head off (woah)
That shit is a blast for me (yeah), so why you ain't show me?
All the pussy n***as talkin' shit that don't know me
Before me and Kodak roll through slowly
Holding a .44 ting at four in the morning (ooh)
I'm about to switch my hoe up (why?)
'Cause everyone seem startin' to throw up
Gotta hit a lick, can't mess up (why?)
I know she 'boutta run my check up (ohh)
I'm her baby papi (ohh)
I'm her baby daddy (ohh)
She in love with a Florida n***a, she don't wanna leave Tallahassee
[Chorus 2: T-Pain]
You can't kill me, n***a, I swear that I've been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon' be here back in '94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parkin' lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin' Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
I can't even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
I can't even go to sleep (why?), your bitch keep blowin' me (yah)
I rep that shit from the 850 down to the Florida Keys (yah)
Set my n***a Kodak free (why?), that ain't where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
N***as must wanna bleed (ooh), they don't wanna play my beat (ooh)
N***as ain't rats where I'm from (why?) so they don't fuck with my cheese (nah)
Every Florida n***a comin' up, that is that shit that I like to see (oh yeah)
Every Florida n***a sayin' that they the only Florida n***a
That shit don't sound right to me (nah), my n***as gon' blast for me (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me (yeah)
You my little Tesla V (skrrt, skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on jeans
That's how much I believe
Uh, every day Halloween (alright)
But we don't trick and treat (straight up)
Count deads in my dreams (cash)
Can't even fall asleep (yah)
Pop on ya, send the opps on ya
Hollow clips in magazines
RoboCops on ya, rainin' shots on ya
Drop your top off with that bean
Mix it one-handed, please (it's lit)
Mix it right, dirty tea
It's only gonna bring me peace (straight up)
Don't leave my cup, that's for me
[Chorus 3: T-Pain]
You can't kill me, n***a, I swear that I've been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon' be here back in '94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parkin' lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin' Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
I can't even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
I can't even go to sleep (why?), your bitch keep blowin' me (yah)
I rep that shit from the 850 down to the Florida Keys (yah)
Set my n***a Kodak free (why?), that ain't where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
N***as must wanna bleed (ooh), they don't wanna play my beat (ooh)
N***as ain't rats where I'm from (why?) so they don't fuck with my cheese (nah)
Every Florida n***a comin' up, that is that shit that I like to see (oh yeah)
Every Florida n***a sayin' that they the only Florida n***a
That shit don't sound right to me (nah), my n***as gon' blast for me (yeah)