FLORIDA MAN lyrics

[Intro]
We got YETI on the beat!

[Verse 1: YETIBEAR]
I'm parched, but I don't want a thirsty b*tch
T-Stark, rip the Audi, drift into a ditch
Lights dark, kissin' witches, gonna fiddle bits
I don't want a prison wife, I want a prison b*tch
Catch me up on Ybor revving Hellcats
Old man dingle strength, di*k with six-packs
Crackhead gimme licks, hickey blue rash
Floribraska Ave, sh*tty poop ass
Trippin' on the rides, garden bushy tushy
Slapping utters on a lion, five-star steak and pus*y
Peezy squeezy on her hips, baby got the gushy
Eighty-five with gummy teeth, got me chewing up her cookies
Yeah it took me, fell into her void, I didn't want a lookie
Baby shook me, hard right in her past, and now she commie mushy
She a bookie, not in school, yeah, she playing hookie
Wanna roleplay, she Pelosi, slap that Biden-loving tushy

[Chorus: YETIBEAR]
Burned and tanned
The doors are jammed
Hold my hand, we'll hide from Florida Man
The length expands
The heat withstands
Unzip my pants and meet my Florida Man
[Verse 2: Milt Almond]
Play a song in my skin flute, thank you
Right into the poopy chute
Coming through, right on cue
Please accept my goopy droop
Bathroom, number two
Yeah I'm f*cking pooping poop
Big dogs, big blunts
High with the goof troop
Scared of cooter 'cause your pus*y rude
Got your honkers going boopy boop
I'm out on 7th Avenue
Killing ants with a big shoe
Selling weed outside a high school
Convincing the kids that getting high is cool

[Verse 3: MoistCr1tikal]
I'm eating her pus*y like Scooby Doo
She's hitting my phone with those nudies too
I'm now coming down with the booby flu
Got my di*k shooting goopy goo
Squeezing on her boobies and they feel like tits, yeah
Got me so hard, 'bout to cry and sh*t, yeah
Got my di*k all covered in her spit, yeah
Blown a load, but I don't think she going to quit, yeah
[Verse 4: MoistCr1tikal]
Calling me impotent, but I can't spell it
Taking these feet pics, I might just sell it
Calling me stinky, but I don't smell it
If public urination's a crime, throw me in a cell, b*tch
In Florida, no one can hear you scream
Finger my ass and I might just cream
I iron my clothes, but I don't use steam
Bath salts, your ass calls, welcome to my dream

[Verse 5: Milt Almond]
I say hello to sleepy Joe
Blunts blow, give it a go
What's the cargo
Fentanyl
Fitting it all in my belly, yo
Love song, real long
I'm f*cking the cello

[Verse 6: Milt Almond]
West side gentrified (Yar), that's an eyesore
That's why I'm dropping spike traps in the I-4
Stealing precious metals from mobile homes in Westshore
Just so I can smuggle copper wire Into Ybor
Getting loopy off the automatic whippet spitter
Had a goopy granny, but she fell and broke her hip and sh*tter
Had her pus*y riding on my 6-speed TREMEC shifter
Sipping on my favorite drink of rum and coke with milk and bitters
Let's take my Ford Fiesta for a test drive
Men don't c*m, baby, I'll arrive
[Chorus: YETIBEAR]
Burned and tanned
The doors are jammed
Hold my hand, we'll hide from Florida Man
The length expands
The heat withstands
Unzip my pants and meet my Florida Man