Florida’s Finest
 作词 : Kevin Pouya/Mario Torres/Michele Scatamacchia/Christopher Rockwell
 作曲 : Kevin Pouya/Mario Torres/Michele Scatamacchia/Christopher Rockwell
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 ****, 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
**** you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty
You want that **** 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 ****** holes engraved in my back, back
Back in that 'Lac with a ***** sittin' upon my lap
**** you music? Go blow your brains out to it
Florida's finest, you'll find us inside that broke down hoopty
You want that **** 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' *****, I'm on a meal run"
These *****s 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 ***** will feel some
These *****s thinkin' they tough, if I ****, 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, *****