[Verse 1: Brisco]
Dade county's Brisco, hotties on the block
Who can really tense me, 24 I'll pitch rock
Don't pretend to ball, I'mma tee-ball you hold us
Ni**a's from the older side, 10 clip for their joy
Cost me some 3 pills and shit, ni**as pushing bricks
Buttons in the hood, real shooting bitch
4-5 aksks
Machine gun try hard, ni**a fuck your vest
This the real 305, no bitches no ballin'
No way out, don't surrender cuz we all G's
They all leave, I can scratch my balls
Haters know I'm coming up, instead they want me to ball
I got big things popping, they look cuz they stopping the damn thing
100 shirts, please beg my campaign
And just know everybody move around me
I'm the realist in the hood since [?]
[Verse 2: Flo Rida]
If I had 1 wish, I wish I never had a wish
Mr. Birthday Man, I'm automatically the shit
Product Gucci valley kicks, marry loot that's how we live
Parachuting off my rims, trading n abusing an ATM
Getting money, off the table and hoping I come alive
Getting cash, trade wallets it's duty every night
Dat green, ni**a tender that paper is mine
Dats nice, [?]
Getting things, rocking with grain
Hopping with game, dropping champagne
Popping little things, stop it don't move
Whenever I want to do, whatever I won't do
Flo Rida I come through
Just know that you gonna lose
You biz, can't you see how I'm stuck it's over
You want me, I need less than a minute to know her
You ladies see why I staple or fold her
Hey shawty, Poe boy I'm no less than to sold her
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