Florida Breeze Lyrics

I'm in the trap

With my buddy

Goin bar for bar

He switched the

Instrumental

And I'm goin hard

I'm the rawest

In this bitch

Like I'm cooking rocks

I done swiped up

On his lady

And

I sent her hearts

Nigga screaming

Tap in

But he ain't having nun

When I tell em

Tap in

He gone

Come n run

I got da menu

For the low

And It's all runtz

Niggas smoking bullshit

These niggas smoking

Bubbs

You hit my phone

It ain't bout money

You'll hear the

Dial Tone

Niggas owe you money

And

They act like damn ghost

These bitch

Losing Weight

Like they on aderalls

I be stacking up

My paper

I'll Run

Yo trap dry

I'm bussing plays

Out my sleep

Fuck a job ass nigga

I buy my bitch exotic bags

And

Blow her back out nigga

This a i8 sliding

In that florida breeze

I fucked around

And

Fell in love

With my lil florida bih

All my bruddas

Racked up and rock

Them cuban links

We be flipping hella bags

You can't afford these

Can't wait to get a old school

And

Drop on forgis

These niggas already flat

So i ain't seeing them

I'm in the trap

With my buddy

Goin bar for bar

He done switched

The instrumental

And

I'm goin hard

I'm the rawest

In this bitch like

I'm cooking rocks

I done swiped up

On his bitch

Like

I sent her hearts

Nigga screaming

Tap in

He ain't having nun

When I tell em

Tap In

He gone

Come n run

I got da menu

For the low

And

It's all runtz

I got the menu

For the low

And

It's all za nigga