Lyrics:
haters
She wanna fly with a young lil nigga
Wanna fly high with a Floridian nigga
Green white n green
But I rep for my city
Know that I'm foreign
Not
transportation "Lori iro"
Yeh yeh clean water, "Lori iro"
Them say dem go feed my people "Lori iro"
Better electricity "Lori iro"
Na lie them dey lie everyday for
and called to me
“Oh I’m Hector’s Water Taxi, and I’m here to lend a hand
Ocean transportation, far better than the land
On Hector’s Water Taxi, it’s just ten
ride for u
but ain't got transportation
I got tired of waiting 2 weeks for a check
I'm inpatient
Problems worst than acne in the chin
But I
for the old ladies
Wacked off a nigga old lady
'Cause she knew too much 'bout this old paper
Foreign coupes, my transportation
I'ma shoot like
on an opportunity to loosen the
Puberty, I'm losing me
Thinking of robbing jewelry now who is he
Hanging with my fools that's foolery
Taking the time for my education
I'm lookin' for ways to make currency chase me
I need commas in my checking and up in my savings
I need to find a better way
Let me get to pavin'
I need
No hatred
Will be tolerated
Peace and love
Between the races
Love is the only transportation
To where to go for communication
If you are ready (Come
heated world grow cold as Moscow
Oblivious to law and order bask in oblivion
Wilding out like simians possibly South Floridians
Loaded and locked cocked
Down south boy country style
Floridian
You can keep a mili I'm a go and stack
A billion
Used to hop the metro Dade land
Cop that Killian
Nobody gave
number five better get in where you fitting in
Baby get rid of your minute man
Come fuck with a long dick Floridian
Put you in positions where you'll never
The hustle for young killers coming from the other side
Some things your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
I'm large, my black car,
I miss all my houses
A piece of my life wrapped up in each one and I miss all my rooms
They stay the same for the most part but I added
A few more
from the hot stove to a sink
Just to let the pot soak
7 digits in the passcode
For a couple keys in a drop zone
What the fuck I need a Glock for?
Someone
BURN BUNDY BURN
Verse:
Its June In Colorado and I’m looking for a thrill
The courthouse windows’ open so I’m heading for the hills
Six days in
a nigga try me – they whole
Career will be over with
Better be glad that ain't where
My fuckin focus is
I just had a little girl
Somebody pray for me
They
been a fan
We be makin' dinner plans
My guys know we linkin'
Bios before Instagram
Fuck your Floridian neighbors
I feel like Killa Cam'
Y'all still stuck
Yeah yeah yeah n*gga
Huh yeah yeah
I was f*cked up nah for real i was f*cked up
I didnt have a way to get my bucks up
But then i lucked up
What i
away from the hoes and snicthes
And I was always reached for the sky, I don't know why
I'ma little bitty kid wit' a whole bunch of gangsta wishes
a picture like I'm Salvador
I'm out the door gas pedal floored
Glass meant for Coors smashed to the core
Stole a flask from the store
Shit's degenerate
Gave
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
vernacular comin' after your scapular
For the lack of a better word Dracula
'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper at the phrenic nerve
I'm a savage, back to put
Attack you from the blind side, invisible
To the naked eye
Where them criminals
Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals
The wu is coming
to hear
But they cannot utilize them because of fear
You have sell-out brothers who will sell their heart
For fame and fortune or to get a head start
But in
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