Allblack feat. 03 Greedo & Prada Mack – Florida Gator

Lyrics “Florida Gator” by Allblack feat. 03 Greedo & Prada Mack

Where I come from, my mind
I ain’t the one

Birdie told me you was speakin’ on me
Told that birdie I’m gettin’ money, I don’t care what he said
Y’all want Allblack to be like James Stacey
Wouldn’t stop runnin’ if the doc amputated my legs

Run up a thirty strip and a tip out thirteen breads
Grindin’ like Chris Cole ’cause I gotta keep Maxine fed
The words stop, quarter done, never roll off my tongue
Take the pedals off the bike, I’ma hop on the pegs

N**gas be mic’ed up, so goddamn funny
Hangin’ around all these OG’s and still ain’t got no money
Hop around b**ches tryna get fed like a white Dutch bunny
Keep tellin’ fables on these beats and you might get lucky
Jenna ignored me, now she on me, they think I’m a dummy

I was in that Bronco with no cash, she would roast and record me
See me with HBK P-Lo and I was tearin’ up Nordy’s
Don’t give a f**k if your Courtney, I won’t let you touch me
Nah I’m lyin’, I’ma whip out and let the ho suck me

Let her think s**t all gravy, take her out when it’s sunny
Let her fade up on some packs, think she make her some money
And kick a four three on her dumb ass like ’08 Humpty
I can’t feed your old beggin’ ass

You better dig deep for some change in that Michael Kors bag
Don’t call my phone with that brother s**t, askin’ for dollars
Go ask that b**ch you f**kin’ on
‘Cause I ain’t one of your partners it’s Black

I got the flavor
Jordan Downs, I was a savior
I got the flavor, I got the flavor
Hopped in the game, kept it player
I need the cheese, every layer
Come with the sauce like a cater
Give me the mouth like a gator

I know some Zoes in the gator
I know some Zoes in Decatur
I took that show on the road
Yeah I sold some zones in Decatur
Can’t go for broke that’s a no no

Mutumbo, my hustle on full grown gorilla
My body is covered in Bape
And Worcester sauce on my steak
And shoulders with bosses
Don’t shake hands with snakes

Now look, my mind too
That slime juice is in my Simply, all I need is a lighter fool
But he walk in these crime scene shoes
It’s gon’ be hard for you to find these Loubs
Heavy handed, I really sip when I ply the juice

Ayy, I’m booted up, all this s**t on me
A young dog’s on that s**t, watch your lips on me
All this sauce on me, I’d hate for s**t to get salty
My n**gas come with poles and one goal like they went golfing

Catered to who, oh I see you think this s**t come easy
I don’t owe a n**ga nothin’, only dish out for my mama and seed
So I’ma tell you straight faced, go find a better reason
And hope a way to get some money is where the s**t lead you

I got the flavor
Jordan Downs, I was a savior
I got the flavor, I got the flavor
Hopped in the game, kept it player
I need the cheese, every layer
Come with the sauce like a cater
Give me the mouth like a gator…

➤ Produced by DTB
Album: Outcalls
Allblack & 03 Greedo & Prada Mack 2018

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