FLORIDA TO CALI lyrics

[Intro: HMT TRAY]
Haha, money first
(Oh, Yo b*tch was on this one)
Haha

[Chorus: HMT TRAY]
Put that bread over beef, b*tch, I'm layin', I don't creep
In a dice game, bust a n*gga head, that's common to a G
In the streets like, "What it be?" Broke the knob, need surgery
Kinda take that sh*t offensive, they say they ain't heard of me

[Verse 1: HMT TRAY]
b*tch, I'm too official, jump in the game and drop like thirty-three
Free my n*gga Rob, same day I made this song, caught a burglary
I remember times n*ggas can't even come outside with perjury
But the beef done settled down, if they follow heads, you surfin' with a ski
VVSs on my chain, b*tch, I'll still hop in the V
Me, I'm gеttin' money and switchin' lanes, I'll still do dirt up out a Jeep
I can't be pushin' up on a Lam' 'causе what I'm pushin' gotta be P
And this the private party, you stackin' no profit, you can't get a key

[Chorus: HMT TRAY & YounginSoSleaze]
Put that bread over beef, b*tch, I'm layin', I don't creep
In a dice game, bust a n*gga head, that's common to a G
In the streets like, "What it be?" Broke the knob, need surgery
Kinda take that sh*t offensive, they say they ain't heard of me (Alright)
[Verse 2: YounginSoSleaze]
Them n*ggas know they heard of me, I'm the one who turnt it up (I'm the one who turnt it up)
n*gga, it's a scary sight when Sleaze Krueger in the cut (Ah, ah)
I ain't trippin' off no sl*ts, n*ggas kill 'em, not with slugs (They is)
Keep on bringin' up my name just gon' make her wanna f*ck, ayy (Just gon' make her wanna f*ck)
Slid out the way, me and bro hit for twenty 'bows (Cleaned up)
You know I'ma clean it up every time money on the floor (On my mama)
I done really did some sh*t that only me and God know (Shh)
b*tch, I know you heard my sh*t, b*tch, I stand on ten toes (All ten, n*gga)
n*gga, your b*tch, she a fan, better keep her on a leash (Better get that b*tch)
I ain't leave the house without it, b*tch, it stay up in my reach (For real)
You ain't got no pape' for me, b*tch, give me fifty feet (Back back)
This that yop ritual, b*tch, I really practice what I preach, n*gga (All yops, n*gga)

[Verse 3: Lil T1mmy]
Diamond in the rough, so I put 'em on my neck
Play it crazy, play with us, throwin' bullets like I'm Brett (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Every Gen, had 'em all, with these Glocks, I'm a vet (I had 'em all)
Think they're tryna get behind me, hit a right, bust a left (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Runnin' laps, bustin' plays, I ain't gotta ask Madden (Gotta ask Madden)
Ballhog, RIP Kobe, quick to shoot, I ain't passin' (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
n*ggas broke, mad at us, they ain't eatin', n*gga fastin' (n*ggas mad)
Build a b*tch up, break her down like a fraction (Lil' b*tch)
T1mmy shinin' like the sun, diamonds dancin' in the dark (Diamonds dancin')
I advise don't even think, wouldn't f*ck with us if you was smart (Don't f*ck with us)
Quiet n*gga, barely speak, don't ask questions, let her bark
Do my dirt up on my own, n*ggas be movin' like a narc (Movin' like a narc)
b*tch, I'm really one of one, now broke b*tches, they can't come (They can't come)
I can't give my time for free, must be thinkin' that I'm dumb
Now I'm up, playin' with bread, damn near came up from a crumb
Put two doogies in the—, got me coughin' up a lung (Shh)