South Florida Kid
Tryna make the wrist glow
I'm the shit like Brisco
South Florida kids carrying sticks be safe bro
She outside looking fine I'm tryna talk, Don't let my bitch know
I'm on that rich flow
Get money, flip paper, turn it into bitcoin
I knew this guy who saved hoes like Patrick Roy
I'm not about it that's null and void
Sketchy places I avoid
Taking trips with my boys
I like mushrooms, I like trips
Shit, I'm always dipping
Money coming through you wouldn't believe it like Ripley's
She wanna stick me up for my stiffy
In public she gon' grip it, risk it
Grab another bitches hair and rip it, pull it
She catch us talking, she gon lose it
There's enough of me go around
Bitches keep on going down
Who am I to tell them no?
I'm just tryna live my life
I ain't tryna sell it bro
How you think you know me when you ain't even got my phone number
I was home all summer and I still got paid
I was home all summer and I still got laid
I was home
We was outside shooting music videos with a drone and I got it on my iPhone
Posted it on Instagrm and bitches that
I don't even know and some that I used to back in the day
Hit me up like, "Yo, wassup Jay?"
Excited for the album
Heard you're throwing a party now how come I didn't get an invite?
Listen with all due respect I don't know ya
Yea, maybe in past but I don't know ya
Now Ima have to bro ya
Dap you up, continue walking in and brush my shoulders
I was meant for the moment
Can't pay my rent if I'm scared to move forward
Nothing bout me phony that's why she gonna phone me
[Jared Prinzo Talking]
I'm the shit like Brisco
South Florida kids carrying sticks be safe bro
She outside looking fine I'm tryna talk, Don't let my bitch know
I'm on that rich flow
Get money, flip paper, turn it into bitcoin
I knew this guy who saved hoes like Patrick Roy
I'm not about it that's null and void
Sketchy places I avoid
Taking trips with my boys
I like mushrooms, I like trips
Shit, I'm always dipping
Money coming through you wouldn't believe it like Ripley's
She wanna stick me up for my stiffy
In public she gon' grip it, risk it
Grab another bitches hair and rip it, pull it
She catch us talking, she gon lose it
There's enough of me go around
Bitches keep on going down
Who am I to tell them no?
I'm just tryna live my life
I ain't tryna sell it bro
How you think you know me when you ain't even got my phone number
I was home all summer and I still got paid
I was home all summer and I still got laid
I was home
We was outside shooting music videos with a drone and I got it on my iPhone
Posted it on Instagrm and bitches that
I don't even know and some that I used to back in the day
Hit me up like, "Yo, wassup Jay?"
Excited for the album
Heard you're throwing a party now how come I didn't get an invite?
Listen with all due respect I don't know ya
Yea, maybe in past but I don't know ya
Now Ima have to bro ya
Dap you up, continue walking in and brush my shoulders
I was meant for the moment
Can't pay my rent if I'm scared to move forward
Nothing bout me phony that's why she gonna phone me
[Jared Prinzo Talking]
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