32'z (feat. Jeronimo Redd)

I don't drink on 40's I'm from Florida we've got 32's, 32's I don't drink on 40's I'm from Florida we've got 32's, 32's And I don't think you know me Naw you don't know me like you say you do, you say you do And I don't think I know you I'm sorry homie I can't f*ck with you, can't f*ck with you Shout out to the Space Coast, no I'm not an astronaut Had to kill the rumors it's just something I get asked a lot Trippy like an acid drop, watch out for them Robocops Flow is dope, mommas asking if I'm selling coke or not 32's, we don't cop them 40 ounces where I'm from Where you from? 321, countdown county got it done Bud, bitches, and beaches if you want beef just come get you some Y'all can't really see me like your eyes were staring at the sun It's no Stevie Wonder How I crept up on it and got it just like that On the red dots on my back I'm ahead of the pack The only question to ask is who's better than Mac It's not many, if any, it's only a few Don't worry bout them homie that ain't you I'm the king of the jungle never locked in a zoo It's Royal Vizion and its clear we don't share the same views No gang signs just hang loose Don't got 40's just 32's Small county not a lot to do Hit River Road or Tropical Space coast we're stoners too Out of owners looking so confused Because every time they hit the store Tell them the same story this is how it goes I don't drink on 40's I'm from Florida we've got 32's, 32's I don't drink on 40's I'm from Florida we've got 32's, 32's And I don't think you know me Naw you don't know me like you say you do, you say you do And I don't think I know you I'm sorry homie I can't f*ck with you, can't f*ck with you