03 Greedo, ALLBLACK, Prada Mack - Florida Gator lyrics

Where I come from, my mind i ain't the one

Birdie told me you was speakin' on me
Told that birdie I'm gettin' money
I don't care what he said
Y'all want ALLBLACK to be like James Stacey
Wouldn't stop runnin' if the
Doc amputated my legs
Run up a thirty strip and
A tip out thirteen breads
Grindin' like Chris Cole 'cause I
Gotta keep Maxine fed
The words stop, quarter done
Never roll off my tongue
Take the pedals off the bike
I'ma hop on the pegs
Niggas be Mike Epps, so goddamn funny
Hangin' around all these OG's and
Still ain't got no money
Hop around bitches tryna get fed
Like a white Dutch bunny
Keep tellin' fables on these beats
And you might get lucky
Jenna ignored me, now she on me
They think I'm a dummy
I was in that Bronco with no cash
She would roast and record me
See me with HBK P-Lo and
I was tearin' up Nordy's
Don't give a fuck if your name Cardi
I won't let you touch me nah I'm lyin'
I'ma whip out and let the ho suck me
Let her think shit all gravy
Take her out when it's sunny
Let her fade up on some packs
Think she make her some money
And kick a four three on her
Dumb ass like '08 Humpty
I can't feed your old beggin' ass
You better dig deep for some change
In that Michael Kors bag
Don't call my phone with that brother shit
Askin' for dollars
Go ask that bitch you fuckin' on 'cause I
Ain't one of your partners it's BLACK

I got the flavor
Jordan Downs, I was a savior
I got the flavor, I got the flavor
Hopped in the game, kept it player
I need the cheese, every layer
Come with the sauce like a cater
Give me the mouth like a gator

I know some Zoes in the gator
I know some Zoes in Decatur
I took that show on the road
Yeah I sold some zones in Decatur
Can't go for broke that's a no no
Mutumbo, my hustle on full grown gorilla
My body is covered in Bape
And Worcester sauce on my steak
And shoulders with bosses
Don't shake hands with snakes
Now look, my mind too
That slime juice is in my Simply
All I need is a lighter fool
But he walk in these crime scene shoes
It's gon' be hard for you to find these Loubs
Heavy handed
I really sip when I ply the juice
Ayy, I'm booted up, all this shit on me
A young dog's on that shit
Watch your lips on me all this sauce on me
I'd hate for shit to get salty
My niggas come with poles and one
Goal like they went golfing catered to who
Oh I see you think this shit come easy
I don't owe a nigga nothin'
Only dish out for my mama and seed
So I'ma tell you straight faced
Go find a better reason
And hope a way to get some money
Is where the shit lead you

I got the flavor
Jordan Downs, I was a savior
I got the flavor, I got the flavor
Hopped in the game, kept it player
I need the cheese, every layer
Come with the sauce like a cater
Give me the mouth like a gator