Florida’s Finest

Yuh, you rappers never left the cul-de-sac I'm ready to drop a hundred thousand where the hold 'em at Mama said I got a problem, yeah, I noticed that But I just wanna watch it burn, just so I can earn it back 'Cause I'm gettin' bored as fuck, lookin' at the furnace Lookin' for a come-up as I'm searchin' for a purpose Don't depict me as a man who's picture-perfect Just so you can feel less worthless, yuh Fuck you music? Go blow your brains out to it Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty You want that fuck you music? Go blow your brains out to it Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty Yuh, ayy I always wanted a Hellcat, then I realized it wasn't enough I always keep to myself, not goin' to open up But when it comes to the bread, You know Baby Bone never be holdin' his tongue I gotta go get it, lil' baby, I'm never goin' back to bein' a bum Run, run when the cops come, toss yo' gun but collect yo' funds Run, run, chasin' the sun 'Cause when it go down, I'ma kill someone, yuh, yuh I cannot trust a soul with bullet holes engraved in my back, back Back in that 'Lac with a bitch sittin' upon my lap Fuck you music? Go blow your brains out to it Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty You want that fuck you music? Go blow your brains out to it Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty Yuh, I told her, "Wake up, lil' bitch, I'm on a meal run" These niggas rap like it but they ain't ever drill none I think I lost too many homies, I don't feel none So when I bring that stick out, I bet that bitch will feel some These niggas thinkin' they tough If I fuck, I don't buck, I'ma bust it In the back of the bluff with them hollows'll bust at your muffet No bangers we trust, I ain't servin' 'em up, I don't trust it The heat on my side, and no, we don't shoot at the sky, bitch