Down in florida (part 2) ft. DopeMan J Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah

Down for the part two

Rock on, gotta blow

This a down the floor, the part two, you know how it go

Me and my crew still hangin' around them bros, totin' Dracos

You know how it go, not with no stupid hoes

Got a FN in my belt and it might fuckin' blow

Whippin' on the stove, I'm droppin' straight O's

Stackin' that paper, my coke game, stay cold

Whip these stupid niggas toe, wrist game on froze

My crew packin' gas, we'll shoot till you float

Stupid niggas out here fuckin' with me, but they don't see

Like I said, we pack them choppas and we shoot them beams

Run around, cash rules, just like Wu-Tang cream

And this bar all for my boy, Tide, do his thing

This a down the floor, the part two, who the fuck are you

Rock with my nigga and the money gettin' bigger

If I blew it, I might hit you in the choppas packin

Got ya, nigga, real nigga

Halloween on these niggas, make you motherfuckers scream

Pull up on the shit like a sip to porcelain

Pucked up, run it up, this is down the floor, though

We gon' go hard, we don't ever stop

Hit you with the car, run up in your pop

Run up in the shit, hit you up, in the car, hit a nigga

Two pops, two shots, two opps

Three opps, four opps

Run up on the shit, got some all opps

All these fuck niggas on the top

Run up on these niggas, hit them, hit them with the glock

Hit them with the sock, got these hoes suckin' cocks

Run to the whole town, you know my crew a lot

We pack them fuckin' blocks, NMF ends

Boy, quit playin' with us, you hit with extended

And we ain't fuckin' bendin

Foldin' these opps, 50 shots we sendin

Done your motherfuckin' block, ain't suckin' cock

Hitler, he got locked down in Florida

You know we servin' sacks, my boy dope

Man, he stay with big bags

He got the fuckin' za, for the fuckin' low

Tap in for a key out, front your double, bro

Better come back with the fuckin' cash, ho

If you don't pay up, you end up in a double low

Fuckin' with him, know how it go

We rain down a hundred, come back and shoot some more

Shootin' some shots down your fuckin' block

Boy, we reppin' hard, just not like hot boy

We really stay bout it, come to your house, boy

Whippin' in the scat, might pull a fuckin' high, boy

Hot boy, I'm at your house, boy

I got my Glock, put it in a toy

50 shots, and I'm runnin' down the block

Pop out, that stops, now I'm down, holdin' part two

Niggas don't fuck with you

Niggas want the smoke, we don't bring the tools

Man, leave them in the blood pools

If there's any connection, we throw them in the duffel

Brody grab the shovel, yeah man, we gotta hustle

Brody, yeah, if they fuckin' with us, we come to your house, boy

50 round clip, extend those

Eatin' chips, and I'm big boy, guess you know we don't pay

Sendin' bird niggas comin' your way

Got the whole place screamin, got inside the door

Man, J-A-A

Everybody scream my motherfuckin' name

This is Donnie for the part two

Nigga, I'ma fuck with you

This is Don's time, go man

J on the track

We gon' kill these niggas

And we gon' play with the trap