Broward To Tampa

Florida boy shit man
From Broward to Tampa
Tampa to broward
Tom g this how it is down here

Fuck it up bitch
You know how we slides thru
Jits 15 fuckin hoes that's bout 32
Dunks on 32
Glizzy got 32
Old head sliden thru that city
With that bag too
Dont disrespect em
You already know what that bag do

Fuck it up bitch
You know how we sliden thru
Jits 15 fuckin hoes that's bout 32
Dunks on 32
Glizzy got 32

I'm on some Florida boy shit
I ain't gon lie to ya
We drop the pack in our mouth
Just to smile to ya
I told Tom g
I'm tired of fuckin broward hoes
I'm in Tampa
So point me out a nat nat
Oh that's her
She sexy bruh
I call that
Like?
So you know
What me and my niggas do
Jigga one jigga two
You know im on them
Jigga boos
I'm one of them
Young niggas
Them old heads fuck With
Thump me in my head
Now I tote iron
They don't thump shit
Growing up
They know i buck quick
Where I'm from
Old heads give you a sack
With a life threat
Say you bet not fumble that

I grewed up on the block
Shit laws
Duckin cops
Yea it's fucked up
I seen my dawg mama
Smoking rocks

I grewed up on the block
Shit laws
Duckin cops
Yea it's fucked up
I seen my dawg mama
Smoking rocks

Fuck it up bitch
You know how we slides thru
Jits 15 fuckin hoes that's bout 32
Dunks on 32
Glizzy got 32
Old head sliden thru that city
With that bag too
Dont disrespect em
You already know what that bag do

Fuck it up bitch
You know how we sliden thru
Jits 15 fuckin hoes that's bout 32
Dunks on 32
Glizzy got 32

Smoking on gasoline
I'm out of Florida
Where every young nigga
My age use to
My smashing Trina
Living gutta like trick
Strips I got em out the block
So fat I Ran the light
Across the top
Young nigga
Up his scroll
Like a stunt animal
Green ting hit the corner
Hope you got stamina
The nigga
With all them racks
Been dressing
Like the janitor
Jump out the bucket
But the ac colder
Then Canada
Round here you
Can't be pussy
My big homie like
Now he sold them cookies
Some niggas robbers
Some niggas like
That with the dice
Niggas who locked up
We j pay and send em kites
And these hoes
Fuckin off both pants legs
Off the ripper
He ain't been sleep
In three days
He twirling off them jigga
He said it help em
Trap Better in the night shift
He on some pop out
With a bright rist
Tight shit

Fuck it up bitch
You know how we slides thru
Jits 15 fuckin hoes that's bout 32
Dunks on 32
Glizzy got 32
Old head sliden thru that city
With that bag too
Dont disrespect em
You already know what that bag do

Fuck it up bitch
You know how we sliden thru
Jits 15 fuckin hoes that's bout 32
Dunks on 32
Glizzy got 32



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Writer(s): Cambrell Smart
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