Florida

See ima check the disrespect If it's bout mine My young nigga Ain't from Florida Got a Glock 9 And his hand sturdy Like a birdie You go bye bye Straight up to the sky You gone meet ya god Bro got pieces in boxes Ain't talking Popeyes My rackies they adding up My pockets feeling boxed in Ain't hit me back til I got sumn Damn I swear she toxic But I don't blame her Cause I wouldn't f*ck a broke bitch That shit stay on my conscious Chaotic like moshpits Send dukes to the tropics Don't gotta worry bout shit Whatchu gone do for clout bitch I been running it up for a minute They salute me like I'm a lieutenant Salad bar I got All this damn spinach Still repenting for all of my sinning Counting blessings I feel like I'm winning Call me husband Girl I ain't ya mister Still got love for motherfuckers That done crossed me I hate having a good heart And the world so ugly She told me don't use no protection Girl this ain't no rugby But tell me that you love me Don't put nothing above me She like the way that I hustle yuh 20s and 50s count all that shit up Ya face real pissy Cause you not involved Know ima blow up Like molotov Bro a geek Popping perkies and adderall You showing off for the socials Whole different person when cameras off See ima check the disrespect If it's bout mine My young nigga Ain't from Florida Got a Glock 9 And his hand sturdy Like a birdie You go bye bye Straight up to the sky You gone meet ya god My rackies they adding up My pockets feeling boxed in Ain't hit me back til I got sumn Swear she toxic But iont blame her Cause I wouldn't f*ck a broke bitch