[Intro] If we gon’ be Florida n***as, let’s be Florida these days, know what I’m talkin’ about?
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We all roll together n***a
You can’t k** me n***a I swear that I’ve been died before (b**h)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (b**h)
Chevrolet got that motor (b**h)
Diamonds all on my molars (b**h)
Parking lot I lift the door up (b**h)
Got your b**h snortin’ Coca-Cola (b**h, b**h, b**h)
[Verse 1] I can’t even roll in peace (why?)
All my cars orange and green
I can’t even go to sleep (why?)
Your b**h keep blowin’ me (yah)
I rep that sh** from the 850
Down to the Florida Keys (yah)
Set my n***a Kodak free (why?)
That ain’t where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
n***as must wanna bleed (ooh)
They don’t wanna play my beat (ooh)
n***as ain’t rats where I’m from (why?)
So they don’t f** with my cheese (nah)
Every Florida n***a coming up
That is that sh** that I like to see (oh yeah)
Every Florida n***a saying
That they the only Florida n***a
That sh** don’t sound right to me (nah)
My n***as gon’ blast for me (yeah)
If you talk that blasphemy (yeah)
Blastin’ a f** n***a head off (woah)
That sh** is a blast for me (yeah)
So why you ain’t show me?
All the p**y n***as talking sh** that don’t know me
Before me and Kodak roll through slowly