Florida Killin sh*t lyrics

by

SpaceGhostPurrp


[Intro]
You already know what the f*ck going on, man
Y'all f*ck n*ggas, tighten up, man
We in this sh*t (f*ck all the opps)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Shoutout to my n*gga from down south, man, all my [?] n*ggas, man (Shoutout my-)
What it do?
Let's do this sh*t, man
You already know what the f*ck going on, man
Y'all f*ck n*ggas, tighten up, man
We in this sh*t (f*ck all the opps)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Shoutout to my n*gga from down south, man, all my [?] n*ggas, man (Shoutout my-)
What it do?
200 Block, wassup, baby?
Yuh (b*tch!)
Know I'm sayin'?
Let's get it!
Straight like that, man
We in this sh*t, bih, vibin' (f*ck n*gga!)
Blap!
Yuh!

[Verse]
I got a big pistol, bih, and I ain't spare no souls (No!)
That's real sh*t, man, you know I take a n*gga soul (n*gga soul!)
That's real sh*t, man, I'm comin' through with big 44 (Big 44!)
That big 44, man, you now them hollows gold (Gold!)
You f*ck around with me, f*ck n*gga, it's time to go (Time to go!)
I'm comin' through with big pistol, man, it's time to blow (Time to blow!)
And I ain't playin' with you f*ck n*ggas, man, Imma go (Go!)
You f*ck around with me, n*gga, then your life gon' go (Gon' go!)
This Miami, n*gga, know that we stick together (They stick-)
That's real sh*t, Miami n*ggas stick together
In every f*ckin' weather, man, y'all f*ck n*ggas lame
b*tch ass n*gga, better stay up in your f*ckin' lanе (f*ckin' lane!)
South Florida n*ggas comin' through and we bringin' the pain (Pain!)
You f*ck around with mе, n*gga, man, I save no names
I'm comin' through, I'm causin' hella f*ckin' rain
I'm in this b*tch, man, you know I'm bringing hella TECs (Hella TECs!)
Sprayin' sh*t up, (b*tch!) like I got some can of spray (Yah!)
I don't give a f*ck, man, it's time to die today (Die today!)
You f*ck around with me, man, you have a badder day (Let's go!)
You have a sadder day, matter of fact, you won't have days (Let's Go!)
I'm in this motherf*cker, (b*tch!) man, I'm uppin' hella AKs (Let's go!)
You f*ck around with me, n*gga, man, that choppa spray (f*ck!)
I don't got time for you f*ck n*ggas, you better pray
You f*ck around with me, man, you just gon' die today (Blah, blah!)
I'm comin' through with my team, comin' through with the beams (b*tch)
All these f*ck ass n*ggas, man, these n*ggas lame (RIP [?])
You better stay in your motherf*ckin' damn lane
If you f*ck around with me then you get your head banged (RIP [?])
That's some G sh*t and you know my f*ckin' damn name (RIP [?])
Vampire Money comin through, I'm countin' up the bands (b*tch!)
Man, I know, and I'm countin' up hella greenery
Hella cash on deck, man, you ain't sh*t to me (Yah, yah yah!)
f*ck n*gga better tighten up, we in this b*tch (b*tch!)
Shoutout my Orlando n*ggas, man, they hittin' licks (Let's get it!)
My n*ggas in the cut, man, you know we movin' bricks
All my Broward n*ggas in the cut, they shootin' sh*t (Lil' b*tch! Blah!)
Palm Beach up in this b*tch (Blah!)
f*ckin' with them Florida n*ggas and we killin' sh*t (Blah!)
f*ckin' with them Florida n*ggas and we killin' sh*t (Yah, blah, blah, blah!)
f*ckin' with the Florida n*ggas and we hittin' sh*t (f*ck n*gga!)
f*ck n*gga
[Outro]
We in this sh*t!
You already know what the f*ck goin' on, man
We in this b*tch, f*ck n*gga!
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