Florida Gator Lyrics

Out in BROWARD County fw them junkies

These niggas off the wall, just like Humpty Dumpty

Shout out to the Boskie, mane these niggas be bummy

They takin fat ass Ls, bigger than my tummy

Ooo, I'm rockin Tommy

Ooo, these bitches want me

Boo, get up off me

My outfit cost too much G

Yeah I'm out here flossin

Turned into a boss and

My focus is to win

I cant focus on the losses

Damn, niggas cross me

But they cannot top me

I got a couple things

That's gone make the fucking opps bleed

Drama that's that hot tea

Niggas money rotting

And a nigga movin different cuz these niggas steady plotting

Dry ass convo, baby girl need some lip gloss

Winter bring May back, Ian talkin bout no Rick Ross

Cupid shuffle hoes cuz they all gone Cris Cross

When I'm feelin bored I just pull another fit off

Shoutout homie Slim, he a neighborhood Crip

If you run up on me, Beyblade he let it rip

Boat Boy Nic, mane I'm fresh off the ship

I swear my life is a movie cuz I'm havin the clips

Little Rock Quan cuz them hits don't make sense

If it don't make me dollars then it don't make no sense

Crocodile tears, I done turned to a Gator

I'm showin so much love but I still got haters

Baby she so sweet I want her Now & Later

Beat it fast McQueen then slow down like Mator

Big Nic slimmed up, but I still won't chase her

And I could give a fuck if my actions faze her

Most of these niggas be fake

I'm a Debby nigga got cake

The hate I can't relate so I had to shake and bake

Sleepin on me ok

Scary sight when you awake

The next time face to face it's gone be up at ya wake

You gone be up in the ground

Droppin you just like some pounds

And Floyd Mayweather

This shit over in one round

I won't make a sound

Out for blood just like a hound

And I'm chasing self success until all of it is found

I can't be no bum like you

Choppa sneeze, oh shit achoo

Keep that mf right beside me

Ash and Pikachu

Try to be nice to these niggas and they'll take you for granted

I had to turn around his bitch, she tried to throw me her panties

If you ain't in my circle then you can't understand me

Glad I learned economics, shout out to Mister Hamley

Because I can't grow up broke,

Mane this shit is not a joke

And I'm chiefin on this blunt til I mf choke

Hanging niggas wit a rope

All white drip just like the pope

That nigga thought that we was cool

But I had to tell em nope

Goofy ass joker

Black jack like it's poker

And she handing me her heart, but I barely even know her

Diamond rocks up in my choker

Slidin in some Loub loafers

And when I'm takin out the bread

Then you know I got my toaster

Hot as fuck Mars, rover

Yo girl said she comin over

Let's just hope she do her job, I swear to God I won't expose her