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[verse 1: adin ross]
real florida sh-t, call me a jit
i got bars, what? i got bars and a yurr rist, stars, it’s a sp-ce ship
and i am the one that is gonna make it
florida is the place where i was born and raised
that sh-t’s the best, that sh-t is awesome, you deserve to get your grace
spread, call me lil’ baby and 42 dugg
or should i say 420 dugg, he’s next to me, he’s buff
hold on, let me go in, 941 sh-t, florida sh-t
yeah i’m from it, born and raised like i said call me a jit
don’t interrupt me this time because then i’m gonna get upset
but look, look tory, i got this beat, shout out to kodak
he’s thе one, he’s the bеst from florida
there’s a lot of talent from there
but look, look, look, look, i got
look, look, look, look you need glasses
you’re gonna get hooked hooked hooked
because i am a nice rapper
i could take off, slam it down, derosen, call me a rapper
a raptor, i meant, i meant a rapper
yes i’m an nba player can’t you see?
i’m really k!llin’ this beat, i need you to take it from me please

[verse 2: jasper]
f-ck no, this n-gga trash as h-ll, he tryna roast me
i don’t got no motherf-ckin’ bars today
i just came on here ’cause he g-y
i don’t know what else to say
[verse 3: tory lanez]
uh, pass this sh-ts to tory
i was in miami last night, 40 b-tches all at the story
pullin’ up down in the yurrs
fly a bad b-tch out to paris
i knew she was gon’ f-ck me
soon as she walked in, stepped on my terrace
i stunt so hard, i walk in the buildin’ like oh my god
it’s so many broads, in the wraith when you look up it’s so many stars
she say oh my gosh, i told her lil b-tch say omg
pullin’ on blocks we throwin’ 3
i’m throwin’ them blocks, i’m throwin’ 3
n-ggas wanna talk, i don’t give a f-ck
stuntin’ on the blcoks and these ducks
bad b-tches know they gonna look stuck
ridin’ in the cut, hoes get, ayy, i, i gotta nut, what?
yo, f-ck, b-tch got a b-tt
ass so fat but her face lookin’ like a duck
i don’t give a f-ck ’cause the ass so fat that it look good enough
for the night, yeah, i get it right
uh, everytime that i type
i don’t write on twitter
bad b-tches know me as the n-gga
stuntin’ on the block, 25s with the jiggas
bad lil’ b-tches poppin’ mollies and the jiggas
in the block and you know i’m poppin’ on the swisher
in the house just like swisher
i be ballin’ on these n-ggas 20 times through the week
if the beat don’t come back, we go to sleep, ayy

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