Lil Spade - Florida Flow (feat. Fishman)

Yeah
Like Pass the torch
I feel like they don't understand me
Switch the flow up
They ain't really know me you heard me
This that Florida flow
They gotta understand me early
Mix the yak with the drink
Now we sippin' early
Florida flow
Hit up Tampa just to see the glow
Florida flow
Miami dade county where we go
Florida flow
Baddies on the beach like where ya clothes
Palm trees down the way
This really my second home
I'm to lit to go to sleep I turn up before the sun up
I book so many flights I'm down here every month
Rent the lambo im different I ain't tryna stunt
Balcony my Airbnb just to smoke the blunt
I stay lit
Then I really go n MCM my bitch
Real nigga from the bottom nobody can tell me shit
Ocean drive I'm fucked up
Make my shawty call the Lyft
Really bout to purchase so Florida ain't a trip
They see me really getting it
Then I pose up on a mission
Shout out lil yak demon time cus ima gremlin'
Florida flow I do my dance just so they can feel it
Club live on Sunday's they say I'm sinnin'
She like come through I drop the lo right away
Every state I hit I go out there and have my way
I'm gettin' all these bands like my first name was Ray
Whole time I'm in the Uber we bumpin' Rozay
Like Pass the torch
I feel like they don't understand me
Switch the flow up
They ain't really know me you heard me
This that Florida flow
They gotta understand me early
Mix the yak with the drink
Now we sippin' early
Florida flow
Hit up Tampa just to see the glow
Florida flow
Miami dade county where we go
Florida flow
Baddies on the beach like where ya clothes
Palm trees down the way
This really my second home
I ain't sayin' what I'm holdin'
But I grew up with this heat
Been hustlin' since a youngin'
Had to find my way to eat
I ain't to big on that tussling' know I flash out
With that heat
I keep Gucci head and toe
You know I like to stay on fleek
She might tell you that she love you
But she in the bed with me
She like a nigga from the South
We keep gold all in our teeth
Ima country young nigga
Know I eat her every week
Totin' all these poles ima die bout my gang
Niggas Talkin' shit but they ain't gone do a thang
Just flew in from Miami
With twenty stuffed in my jeans
Told baby bend it over
I beat it she scream my name
All I want is paper you bitches can keep the fame
Told Spade roll the blunt
We smoking on that propane
Never mind
We smoking on they whole team
Stay with codeine cus I gotta kill my cough
In a yacht in Miami got so drunk I fell off
Give a fuck about yo' nigga tell lil buddy get lost
Country boy pull up on thirty's
And my paint is on gloss
Damn and my paint is on gloss nigga
Yeah
Spade
The fuck going on nigga
Aye aye aye aye Dat part

Written by:
Kyonn Bragg Jr

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