Florida’s Finest

Yuh, you rappers never left the cul-de-sac
I'm ready to drop a hundred thousand where the hold 'em at
Mama said I got a problem, yeah, I noticed that
But I just wanna watch it burn, just so I can earn it back
'Cause I'm gettin' bored as fuck, lookin' at the furnace
Lookin' for a come-up as I'm searchin' for a purpose
Don't depict me as a man who's picture-perfect
Just so you can feel less worthless, yuh

Fuck you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty
You want that fuck you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty

Yuh, ayy
I always wanted a Hellcat, then I realized it wasn't enough
I always keep to myself, not goin' to open up
But when it comes to the bread,
You know Baby Bone never be holdin' his tongue
I gotta go get it, lil' baby, I'm never goin' back to bein' a bum
Run, run when the cops come, toss yo' gun but collect yo' funds
Run, run, chasin' the sun
'Cause when it go down, I'ma kill someone, yuh, yuh
I cannot trust a soul with bullet holes engraved in my back, back
Back in that 'Lac with a bitch sittin' upon my lap

Fuck you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty
You want that fuck you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty

Yuh, I told her, "Wake up, lil' bitch, I'm on a meal run"
These niggas rap like it but they ain't ever drill none
I think I lost too many homies, I don't feel none
So when I bring that stick out, I bet that bitch will feel some
These niggas thinkin' they tough
If I fuck, I don't buck, I'ma bust it
In the back of the bluff with them hollows'll bust at your muffet
No bangers we trust, I ain't servin' 'em up, I don't trust it
The heat on my side, and no, we don't shoot at the sky, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Rockwell, Kevin Pouya, Michele Scatamacchia, Mario Torres
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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