Kodak Black, Rick Ross, T-Pain - Florida Boy lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
T-Pain [Faheem Rashad Najm] Tallahassee, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kodak Black, Rick Ross, T-Pain - Florida Boy lyrics]
M-M-M-Maybach Music
It's hard as hell for a young Florida boy
Where we play football and sell dope, man
Gold rims and sticks, 7-trés
No tops, ya dig, candy paints
Yo
Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer
Heard I was a genius
When coming to the numbers
Do it for the young fathers
Still signing the lease
And all the hustlers who got
Somethin' in common with me
If I got the keys
Then it's a car I'ma keep
When I line her up they say
I remind 'em of Meech shootouts in Miami
Can't spend no time on the beach
Do or die, get a plug, I got a hundred ki
Brought her to Florida
She fell in love with lobster
Then I bent the corner with a couple drops
Get your money, let's reward ourselves
Life a test and every day we
Got so much to fail (Right)
Told you the world was yours
Now you in a cell (Glee)
Center of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping
Now you're on the shelf
Next time you see your daughter
Bet her heart'll melt (Shh)
Pray for your niggas
If can't do nothin' else (They need it)
Pray you see the bigger picture
Look at momma health (yeah)
Wake up, nigga, wake up
Let down the top, nigga that's your paystub
(Glee)
It's hard as hell for this Florida boy
(A Nolia boy) home of young niggas killin'
With no remorse, with no remorse
(No remorse, bitch)
Home of young niggas killin' with no remorse
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys
(Rollin' boys yeah)
Yeah my momma raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I'm on
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida boy (O oh)
Old school, big-ass rims
Sittin' like Tonka Toys (Tonka Toys, yeah)
I got a Florida state of mind now
I be on my grind now
Let my niggas shine now, they on
I could've been a student
My mind was polluted project unit nigga
I could smell all the raw sewage
Told myself, "Time to go do this"
Sidelines, can't be switching up
Like I'm Ray Lewis
For the young niggas watching
I'm rocking my jewelry
Turn it into franchises as you maturing
Jonny Dang seen a lot of chains
Substituted for them days I
Miss my father's face
Wake up, nigga, wake up
All these politicians need they face cut
Beefing with niggas you went to school with
Easter Sunday at church, prayed in the pulpit
I'm rocking Rollies with homies I
Made some moves with
I'm buying homes for the woadies
We toted tools with
Quit acting funny, get money
And fuck some new chicks
Or get buried with niggas you
Broke the rules with
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys
(Rollin' boys yeah)
Yeah my momma raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I'm on
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida boy (O oh)
Old school, big-ass rims
Sittin' like Tonka Toys (Tonka Toys, yeah)
I got a Florida state of mind now
I be on my grind now
Let my niggas shine now, they on
I ain't gotta hate no nigga
I just keep on winnin'
(Call me a Florida boy, ooh)
My bitch'll pull up in the Chevy
You can't keep up with her
(Call me a Florida boy, yeah)
You ain't gon' hit me for no lick
Bitch I keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy, ooh)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(I'm lonely boy, Call me a Florida boy)
See, I ain't really finna
Have remorse for ya
This ain't a Maybach but my Audi
A8 seats go way back they go way back
30s on the Cutlass
I'm a golden acre warrior
Livin' like the OG slime peanut butter
Nigga gotta eat
I'm talkin' to the Last Supper
I'm Jordan in this motherfucker
Puttin' mad numbers up
Project Baby street life what
I'm a customer of
Yeah, that's what I'm accustomed to
Boy, I'm a young bull come
Charging when he running you
We ain't over there in public
Houses like we growin' too
But it's still a struggle so
You can't get too comfortable
'Cause niggas see that money coming and
They try to come for you
But they don't know that this famous
Shit mean nothin' to you
Still keep a gun or two and
I still dump at you crawl 'fore I walk
Started running then I fucking flew
Livin' like The Huxtables
But still eatin' Lunchables
Yeah, and we ain't even need a chorus
We do this shit for Florida
I was rich before touring
Thor, standing on my ten
Got it out the floor
Been jumped off the porch, since 14
I had lawyers
Hit a lick in a stolen car with no headlights
I'll stop at the Wing Stop
But not the red light
I killed the whole DMV, no star shit
Got it off credit cards, shit, yeah, larceny
It was back in 2015, me and Baby linked
But I'm just a type of young nigga
Listen 'fore I speak i'd be flawed to say
Wayne ain't influence me
I don't play both sides, nigga
I keep it too G i apply this music shit like
The rules to the skreet
Whacking niggas and jacking niggas since
I was snatching jewelry i'm a Haitian boy
I'm draped up in Cuban link
Haitian but I'm draped up in Cuban link
I swear we ain't even need the hook
They gave my dawg a long sentence
He can't even read a book maybach Music
Sniper Gang Music 2, yeah
Sniper Gang Music 2, yah feel me
The whole Tri county
I love the Tri county but I hate everybody
That part
It's hard as hell for a young Florida boy
Where we play football and sell dope, man
Gold rims and sticks, 7-trés
No tops, ya dig, candy paints
Yo
Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer
Heard I was a genius
When coming to the numbers
Do it for the young fathers
Still signing the lease
And all the hustlers who got
Somethin' in common with me
If I got the keys
Then it's a car I'ma keep
When I line her up they say
I remind 'em of Meech shootouts in Miami
Can't spend no time on the beach
Do or die, get a plug, I got a hundred ki
Brought her to Florida
She fell in love with lobster
Then I bent the corner with a couple drops
Get your money, let's reward ourselves
Life a test and every day we
Got so much to fail (Right)
Told you the world was yours
Now you in a cell (Glee)
Center of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping
Now you're on the shelf
Next time you see your daughter
Bet her heart'll melt (Shh)
Pray for your niggas
If can't do nothin' else (They need it)
Pray you see the bigger picture
Look at momma health (yeah)
Wake up, nigga, wake up
Let down the top, nigga that's your paystub
(Glee)
It's hard as hell for this Florida boy
(A Nolia boy) home of young niggas killin'
With no remorse, with no remorse
(No remorse, bitch)
Home of young niggas killin' with no remorse
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys
(Rollin' boys yeah)
Yeah my momma raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I'm on
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida boy (O oh)
Old school, big-ass rims
Sittin' like Tonka Toys (Tonka Toys, yeah)
I got a Florida state of mind now
I be on my grind now
Let my niggas shine now, they on
I could've been a student
My mind was polluted project unit nigga
I could smell all the raw sewage
Told myself, "Time to go do this"
Sidelines, can't be switching up
Like I'm Ray Lewis
For the young niggas watching
I'm rocking my jewelry
Turn it into franchises as you maturing
Jonny Dang seen a lot of chains
Substituted for them days I
Miss my father's face
Wake up, nigga, wake up
All these politicians need they face cut
Beefing with niggas you went to school with
Easter Sunday at church, prayed in the pulpit
I'm rocking Rollies with homies I
Made some moves with
I'm buying homes for the woadies
We toted tools with
Quit acting funny, get money
And fuck some new chicks
Or get buried with niggas you
Broke the rules with
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys
(Rollin' boys yeah)
Yeah my momma raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I'm on
Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida boy (O oh)
Old school, big-ass rims
Sittin' like Tonka Toys (Tonka Toys, yeah)
I got a Florida state of mind now
I be on my grind now
Let my niggas shine now, they on
I ain't gotta hate no nigga
I just keep on winnin'
(Call me a Florida boy, ooh)
My bitch'll pull up in the Chevy
You can't keep up with her
(Call me a Florida boy, yeah)
You ain't gon' hit me for no lick
Bitch I keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy, ooh)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(I'm lonely boy, Call me a Florida boy)
See, I ain't really finna
Have remorse for ya
This ain't a Maybach but my Audi
A8 seats go way back they go way back
30s on the Cutlass
I'm a golden acre warrior
Livin' like the OG slime peanut butter
Nigga gotta eat
I'm talkin' to the Last Supper
I'm Jordan in this motherfucker
Puttin' mad numbers up
Project Baby street life what
I'm a customer of
Yeah, that's what I'm accustomed to
Boy, I'm a young bull come
Charging when he running you
We ain't over there in public
Houses like we growin' too
But it's still a struggle so
You can't get too comfortable
'Cause niggas see that money coming and
They try to come for you
But they don't know that this famous
Shit mean nothin' to you
Still keep a gun or two and
I still dump at you crawl 'fore I walk
Started running then I fucking flew
Livin' like The Huxtables
But still eatin' Lunchables
Yeah, and we ain't even need a chorus
We do this shit for Florida
I was rich before touring
Thor, standing on my ten
Got it out the floor
Been jumped off the porch, since 14
I had lawyers
Hit a lick in a stolen car with no headlights
I'll stop at the Wing Stop
But not the red light
I killed the whole DMV, no star shit
Got it off credit cards, shit, yeah, larceny
It was back in 2015, me and Baby linked
But I'm just a type of young nigga
Listen 'fore I speak i'd be flawed to say
Wayne ain't influence me
I don't play both sides, nigga
I keep it too G i apply this music shit like
The rules to the skreet
Whacking niggas and jacking niggas since
I was snatching jewelry i'm a Haitian boy
I'm draped up in Cuban link
Haitian but I'm draped up in Cuban link
I swear we ain't even need the hook
They gave my dawg a long sentence
He can't even read a book maybach Music
Sniper Gang Music 2, yeah
Sniper Gang Music 2, yah feel me
The whole Tri county
I love the Tri county but I hate everybody
That part