Dude. I got got to hear it! I wanna fucking hear it! I can't even like I can't even process what is going on right now So, I like, like, need a moment Hold on, I'm losing it (I got got two phones, I'm trying to record you crying) I can't, I'm not crying, dude!

(Call me a Florida boy) Wake up, nigga, wake up Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys I beat all of them cases, I'm on Bitch, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of

Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', What you say Hey I got you shakin' that thing like Hell no, hell no, Said her ass so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it Got Got her sittin' here fucking like it's nothin', nothin', nothin' You niggas ain't

Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks Aye uh, got this bitch named Tasha, she let me fuck her in the car. Like Kim Kardashian, she wanna be a Star. Got this bitch named Britanny, with big ass titties. But bitches ain't shit, 'cause Bitches act Mickey

Put your old-found faith as though you got got to hang on, hang on, yeah Put your old-found faith as though you got got to hang on and don't let go Like Indiana Jones, you got got to hang on, hang on Put your old-found faith as though you got got to hang on When you're

I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out Now a nigga got got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

Tequila, great big buzz in a little bitty glass One shot, two shot, three, Tequila floor Cowboy bouncers 'bout to bowl me out the door Jose got got me stumblin', mumblin' like a fool That worms got got a kick like a Tennessee mule Wake up in the mornin', hurtin'

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the

Little miss lady in the yellow, wassup? Little miss lady in the yellow, hello Would you like to push pedals through the meadow with me? (With me?) I just got got a question, baby, can I fuck on you? We zonin', baby girl, we zonin' I just want you here