32'z

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 fuck with you, can't fuck 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 fuck with you, can't fuck with you