Florida Man Lyrics

Squad shit

Yo I'll pay you any amount of money to shut the fuck up

Ay turn that flashli

Shake hands or punch it out don't come to me about it

Ay turn your fucking flashlight off

Ay do that- ay do that shit we like

Scrape it into the sink

Call heads in the air

Yo

Heads

Yo

Florida man Florida man Florida man

Make a room bounce 'till I'm pushing Carrie Mulligans (Ya)

Shoving all your problems in a money clip

This is not a Gala it's a motherfucking Honeycrisp

Gotta praise dough what a crock (Ya)

I want y'all bobbing like Goff (Ya)

Not concerned with what I ought to be

Get that shit off of me

Get that shit get that shit lost

Florida man Florida man Florida man

Make a room bounce till I'm pushing Carrie Mulligans

Shoving all your problems in a money clip

This is not a Gala it's a motherfucking honeycrisp

Gotta praise dough what a crock (Ya)

I want y'all bobbing like Goff (Ya)

Not concerned with what I ought to be

Get that shit off of me gеt that shit get that shit lost

Yo can we smoke in hеre?

Gadzooks what a bad dude

Full send on a half moon

I'm always cheesing no reason to not

Fuck it I'm vegan it's cashew

There's a man who knows his market

Worst friend; favorite artist

Kush purple as my Gameboy Advance

I ain't pressed start yet

Blank face to the bean bag bullets

Big bad badge you can keep that bullshit

I ghost for kicks they owe me splits

Sells hot stays hot like summer solstice

They like how much you gross

99 cents

How much you gross

I'm my investment

I make a promise I honor it

Y'all watch me switch up my checks like I switch up my flow

Hundred different colors I'm a butterfly, bitch

And my tongue's side gig is a fucking light switch

No Space Force if we all lifeless

Flow from a great source I pick

Isis Aquarian I'm off the page

You extra like time in a soccer game

Rest up my guy we are not the same

Your greatest hits are my doppelgangs

Like woah

[Hook]

Florida man Florida man Florida man

Make a room bounce till I'm pushing Carrie Mulligans

Shoving all your problems in a money clip

This is not a Gala it's a motherfucking honeycrisp

Gotta praise dough what a crock (Ya)

I want y'all bobbing like Goff (Ya)

Not concerned with what I ought to be

Get that shit off of me gеt that shit get that shit lost

Get that shit lost

Lost

Sell it cold: dip and dots dip and dots

Wait

Cleansed my soul: missed a spot missed a spot

Look

City boy city boy hide

Smoke red eyes

How you get your head so wide

You ain't always been so nice

Man so prideful

How many you left, don't lie

How you fear death when you've slept with echoes

All your bedposts go bump in the night

You want the fame no lights

Fame gon' bite

You gon' pay the Florida Man price