Lyrics

[Intro] Down south, Florida nigga Down south, Florida nigga, yeah, fuck these niggas they ain't about it Bloody nigga- Down south, Florida nigga Down south, Florida nigga, yeah, fuck these niggas they ain't about it Bloody nigga- Down south, Florida nigga Down south, Florida nigga, yeah, fuck these niggas they ain't about it Bloody nigga, yeah we pull up with [?] [?] young nigga, yeah we 'bout it, young niggas Yeah, a mouth full of gold [Verse] Yeah I'm 'bout it bout it I put the quick scam, nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas know it's over Might pull up in that Rover 1990 the skova Fuck niggas 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, nigga, yeah Nigga, yeah