Kodak Black – Florida Boy lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
It’s all this here for a young Florida boy
Where we play football and sell dope, man
Gold rims and sticks, seven trays, no tops, ya dig, candy paints

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Yo
Gold rims, good dope, make a wonderful summer
Heard I was a genius, when it come to the numbers
Do it for the young fathers, still signing the lease
And all the hustlers who got somethin’ in common with me
If I got the keys, then it’s a car I’ma keep
When I learn to represent, I remind ’em of Meech
Shootouts in Miami, can’t spend no time on the beach
Do or die, hit a blunt, I got a hundred ki
Brought her to Florida, she fell in love with lobster
Then I bent the corner with a couple drops
Get your money, let’s reward ourselves
Life a test and every day we got so much to fail
Told you the world was yours, now you in a cell
Center of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping, now you’re on the shelf
Next time you see your daughter, bet her heart’ll melt
Pray for your n***as, if can’t do nothin’ else
Pray you see the bigger picture, look at momma health
Wake up, n***a, wake up
Let down the top, n***a that’s your pay stub
It’s hard as hell for this Florida boy
Home of young n***as k**in’ with no remorse, with no remorse
Home of young n***as k**in’ with no remorse

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, b**h, I’m a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we rollin’, boys
And my momma raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I’m on
b**h, I’m a Florida boy
Old school, big-a** rims, sittin’ like Tonka Toys
I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
Let my n***as shine now, they on

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I could’ve been a student, my mind was polluted
Project unit n***a, I could smell all the raw sewage
Told myself, “Time to go do this”
Sidelines, can’t be switching up like I’m Ray Lewis
For the young n***as watching, I’m rocking my j**elry
Turn it into franchises, [?]
Jonny Dang seen a lot of change
Substituted for them days I miss my father’s face
Wake up, n***a, wake up
All these politicians need they face cut
Beefing with n***as you went to school with
Easter Sunday at church, prayed in the pulpit
I’m rocking Rollies with homies I made some moves with
I’m buying homes for the woadies we toted tools with
Quit acting funny, get money, and f** some new chicks
Or get buried with n***as you broke the rules with

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Yeah, b**h, I’m a Florida Boy
73s to them AMGs, now we rollin’, boys
And my mama raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I’m on
b**h, I’m a Florida boy
Old school, big-a** rims, sittin’ like Tonka Toys
I got a Florida state of mind now, I be on my grind now
Let my n***as shine now, they on

[Bridge: T-Pain]
I ain’t gotta hate no n***a, I just keep on winnin’
(Call me a Florida boy)
My b**h’ll pull up in the Chevy, you can’t keep up with her
(Call me a Florida boy)
You ain’t gon’ hit me for no lick, b**h I keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I’m never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
See I ain’t really finna have remorse for ya
This ain’t a Maybach but my Audi 8 seats go way back
They go way back
Studders on the Cutla**
I’m a golden n***a what
Livin’ like the OG slime peanut butter
n***a gotta eat I’m, talkin’ to the Last Supper
I’m Jordan in this motherf**er, puttin’ math numbers up
Project baby street life when I’m a customer
Yeah that’s what I’m accustomed to
Boy a young bull come charging when he running you
We ain’t over there public houses like we growin’ too
But it’s still a struggle so you can’t get too comfortable
‘Cause n***as see that money coming and they try to come for you
But they don’t know that this famous sh** mean nothin’ to you
Still keep a gun or two and I still dump the truth
Crawl ‘fore I walk, started running then I f**ing flew
Livin’ like The Huxtables, but still eatin’ Lunchables
Yeah, and we ain’t even leave the porch
We do this sh** for Florida, I was rich before touring
[?] standing on my ten [?]
Been jumped off the porch
Since 14, I had a lawyer
Hit a lick in a stolen car with no headlights
I’ll stop at the Wing Stop, but not the red light
I k**ed the whole DMV, no star sh**
Got it off credit cards, sh**, yeah, larceny
It was back in 2015, me and [?]
But I’m just a type of young n***a, listen ‘fore I speak
I’d be flaw to say Wayne ain’t influence me
I don’t play both sides, n***a, I keep it too G
I apply rules and sh** like the rules to the skreet
Whacking n***as and jacking n***as for hoes snatching j**elry
I’m a Haitian boy, I’m draped up in Cuban link
Haitian but I’m draped up in Cuban link
I swear we ain’t even need the hook
They gave my dawg a long sentence, he can’t even read a book
Sniper Gang Music 2, yeah Sniper Gang Music 2
The whole Tri county
I love the Tri county, but I hate everybody

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