Florida Water lyrics

[Intro: Danny Towers]
Yeah
Let me turn this motherf*cker down
Yeah (Ayy, Scheme, you killed it)

[Chorus: Danny Towers]
I need an M, I ain't trippin', I'll get to it when I get to it
This that weed-blowin', lean-pourin', real gangster music
He know I'm familiar with the brick by how my wrist movin'
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban

[Verse 1: Danny Towers]
Yeah, hula hoop the brick, I had to break it down to zip
You can't show a n*gga love 'cause all that love sh*t get you killed
With my brothers right or wrong, I up that fire right off the rip
Hundred-fifty in the club and we gon' keep that b*tch on tip
Yeah, bumper to bumper, I'm in Rancho Cucamonga, I just snuck in with that thumper, n*gga
Yeah, thumper for thumpеr, everyone gon' livе they karma, ain't no order, ain't no honor, n*gga
Yeah, them n*ggas rats, I said, "What's up?" They broke they neck and no one upped, it ain't no stompers with 'em
Yeah, them n*ggas rats, I said, "What's up? They broke they neck and no one upped, it ain't no stompers with 'em

[Chorus: Danny Towers]
I need an M, I ain't trippin', I'll get to it when I get to it
This that weed-blowin', lean-pourin', real gangster music
He know I'm familiar with the brick by how my wrist movin'
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Got these n*ggas mad, I took off and I kicked the door in (For sure)
Tell 'em I can't rock the show if they don't let the bros in (What the f*ck?)
Won't put my trust inside no ho, know all these b*tches goin'
They like, "Jit, you snappin', you the one, lil' bro, you chosen" (For sure)
I'm just tryna get that bag, no, I ain't tryna be famous (Tryna be famous)
You ain't talkin' 'bout no motion, you don't speak my language (You don't speak my language)
Them racks, they got me limpin' with a walk, I need my cane, b*tch (I need my cane, b*tch)
And all my n*ggas tryna get that guap, we on the same sh*t (We on that same sh*t, n*gga, ayy, n*gga)
(Ayy, n*gga, we on that same sh*t, ayy)
(Limpin', b*tch, I need my cane, b*tch, yeah)
(n*gga, let's go)
I stay out the way, get to that cake, I want that bag (Want that bag)
Got them racks inside my pocket, n*gga, make my pants sag (My pants sag, n*gga)
On the grind and you can't stop it, n*gga, I want them bands bad (Them bands bad, n*gga)
Your b*tch, she a freak, I slap that ass like I'm her damn dad
Her damn dad, n*gga, uh, uh, her damn dad, n*gga (Yeah, n*gga)

[Chorus: Danny Towers & Ski Mask the Slump God]
I need an M, I ain't trippin', I'll get to it when I get to it
This that weed-blowin', lean-pourin', real gangster music
He know I'm familiar with the brick by how my wrist movin'
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
Yeah, but my wrist Cuban (Huh)
Throw him in that water, I'm from Florida, but my wrist Cuban
[Verse 3: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Know that I'm from Florida, in that water like a Chia Pet (Chia)
And I'm with my dog like it's Goddard, where my gadget at? (Yeah)
What's up in my pocket? It's a thirty like a Percocet (Yeah)
Who that in my spliff? Never mind, I'll be considerate (Yeah)
Oh, Lord (Umm), no coolant kit, just boom a n*gga kit (Ugh)
n*ggas always askin' who they with, I'm who my n*ggas with
n*ggas always askin' me for sh*t but never gave me p*ss (Ayy)
Even times when I needed a lift, n*ggas left me grits
Yeah, she lookin' at me and she lickin' her lips (Water)
I bet she gon' let me hit, she chew on the di*k like she chew on the dip (Hehehehe)
I went and got me a quarter, made it a zip, needed a flip (Made it)
I took a look at my wrist, made me sick quick, COVID, yeah