Florida Flow ft. Fishman Lyrics

Yeah

Like Pass the torch

I feel like they don't understand me

Switch the flow up

They ain't really know me you heard me

This that Florida flow

They gotta understand me early

Mix the yak with the drink

Now we sippin' early

Florida flow

Hit up Tampa just to see the glow

Florida flow

Miami dade county where we go

Florida flow

Baddies on the beach like where ya clothes

Palm trees down the way

This really my second home

I'm to lit to go to sleep I turn up before the sun up

I book so many flights I'm down here every month

Rent the lambo im different I ain't tryna stunt

Balcony my Airbnb just to smoke the blunt

I stay lit

Then I really go n MCM my bitch

Real nigga from the bottom nobody can tell me shit

Ocean drive I'm fucked up

Make my shawty call the Lyft

Really bout to purchase so Florida ain't a trip

They see me really getting it

Then I pose up on a mission

Shout out lil yak demon time cus ima gremlin'

Florida flow I do my dance just so they can feel it

Club live on Sunday's they say I'm sinnin'

She like come through I drop the lo right away

Every state I hit I go out there and have my way

I'm gettin' all these bands like my first name was Ray

Whole time I'm in the Uber we bumpin' Rozay

Like Pass the torch

I feel like they don't understand me

Switch the flow up

They ain't really know me you heard me

This that Florida flow

They gotta understand me early

Mix the yak with the drink

Now we sippin' early

Florida flow

Hit up Tampa just to see the glow

Florida flow

Miami dade county where we go

Florida flow

Baddies on the beach like where ya clothes

Palm trees down the way

This really my second home

I ain't sayin' what I'm holdin'

But I grew up with this heat

Been hustlin' since a youngin'

Had to find my way to eat

I ain't to big on that tussling' know I flash out

With that heat

I keep Gucci head and toe

You know I like to stay on fleek

She might tell you that she love you

But she in the bed with me

She like a nigga from the South

We keep gold all in our teeth

Ima country young nigga

Know I eat her every week

Totin' all these poles ima die bout my gang

Niggas Talkin' shit but they ain't gone do a thang

Just flew in from Miami

With twenty stuffed in my jeans

Told baby bend it over

I beat it she scream my name

All I want is paper you bitches can keep the fame

Told Spade roll the blunt

We smoking on that propane

Never mind

We smoking on they whole team

Stay with codeine cus I gotta kill my cough

In a yacht in Miami got so drunk I fell off

Give a fuck about yo' nigga tell lil buddy get lost

Country boy pull up on thirty's

And my paint is on gloss

Damn and my paint is on gloss nigga

Yeah

Spade

The fuck going on nigga

Aye aye aye aye Dat part