Title: FLORIDA FLOW
Artists: Travis Scott (feat. Kodak Black)
Album: Jackboys 2
FLORIDA FLOW Lyrics by Travis Scott & Kodak Black
Like Miami, Miami
They early days, they used to speed niggas’ shit up
The way we slowed shit down, Ghetto Style DJs used to speed that shit up (Mhm)
I had to swang up out of these streets to get my life (I had to swang)
I had to get that check before three stripes, behind these walls
Done made phone calls that done wrong, I’m tryna get right (Tryna get right, yeah)
I pour the Wock’ up for it, these niggas jockin’, boy (These niggas jock, yeah)
I got the cash and reinvested in my dreams (Cash)
A new Chanel bag, I gave her Chanel swag (Gave her Chanel)
Two-tone Birkin, that shit smirkin’, it end up workin’ (She smirkin’)
When it’s time, she spread them cheeks, she hold my fire (Spread that woah)
Up in the club, I’m totin’ that iron, totin’ that iron (Totin’ that pole)
I need a boss, bad lil’ baby, go and ride (That ride)
I’m in the Chi with racks and the lean, can’t feel with the fire (Work with the fire)
I don’t do Don, I don’t do ‘Migos, don’t do friends (Talkin’ that drank)
Gotta put more in her pony, then fuck me and take off my hands (That way)
I took her to Houston, I got the head in back of the Benz (That way)
TRX, we back of the country shootin’ it out (Phew-phew-phew)
This is that Cali flow, this is that Florida flow (This is that woah)
They look at my necklace, still tryna wonder where all the water go (That glow)
She spreadin’ her legs right on the bed, she givin’ a water show (Let’s go)
Splash (Splash), splash (Splash), splash (Splash)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay (Okay), yeah, yeah, yeah
She move to Florida, straight from the border
She got a crib right there on Biscayne (Ski)
I do the tour, she do decor
Pilin’ the floor, for us it’s just sit things (Hee)
I know that’s a couch, but way that ass sit, nobody gon’ want that ass sittin’ (Free)
My GP look like it’s a victim, one B, two B, walk through the entrance (Racks)
I walked in with something important
You would’ve swore that a nigga imported (‘Ported)
G, remember that truck we rode ’round town for months? (G)
Twenty-two thirty, thought it was oceans
Before all of the love was lust (It’s lit)
Before all of the chains was crushed
Before all of the rings and Range was plush (Plush)
Whole lot of stains and must
The grind, it still remain with us (Stay)
Didn’t wanna blame in the bus, adjust ten toes, in God, we trust (Yeah)
Sunny side dangerous, a dollar bill wouldn’t change me up (Side)
Snatchin’ my Wranglers up, I made one call, they rang the love (Slide)
I need some water, took her a charter, headed to Florida (That’s ride)
Yeah, yeah (Let’s go)
You quarter, made you a water, warrior (Yeah)
I snatched me a Barbie, we lived on an RV bus for like four whole months
Introduced her to molly, but she say she already knew the girl long before us
Anything move, your boy’s first shooter, I don’t care who it was
Come get your boo, she down, she up, she drippin’ up gooey stuff
Kickin’ shit, Bruce Lee stunt, that’s a whole lot of meth in a LooseLeaf, blood
If I’m that nigga, imagine how Jesus was, in Z’s we trust
I don’t wanna live too long, too old, but I don’t wanna die this young
All I know is if ‘trol pull us over, the bitch better hide this gun
Poppin’ 0561, Miami, 305, we all the way live
I’m a coldblooded man, I mean everything I said, nigga, I ain’t gotta look you in your eyes
Somebody call Keem FaceTime, say we goin’ on tour with Travis Scott
My jit just turned ten, I bought him a crib, when he walked in, his eyes, he cried
Could be a brave nigga in the grave, nigga, stop sayin’, I ain’t gotta put fear in you guys
Pull up like Pierce, send him the dot, it’s me in the candy-paint yacht outside
Hit Kendall up, said she like Popeyes, do a two-man dinner with Kylie Jenner
The Sunshine State, the Gunshine State
From Florida, the symbol look like a pistol (Like a pistol)
Drop heat, Florida, smoke weed, fuck
Smoke it, keep up, spot, geek trim
Blunt, fe-fo, hot, sweet spot
Crop, keep smoke
Smoke, chrome, keep smoke, chrome, keep up
Let it heat, Florida, smoke
Florida, heat up, Florida, heat war
Florida, heat up, Florida, keep up
Squad, keep up, fire, keep up
Try and keep up, hot, heat, plug heat, hot, water
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
More Jackboys 2 Lyrics
- JACKBOYS – JB2 RADIO
- Travis Scott & Don Toliver – CHAMPAIN & VACAY
- Travis Scott – 2000 EXCURSION (ft. Don Toliver & Sheck Wes)
- Travis Scott – KICK OUT (ft. 21 Savage)
- Travis Scott – DUMBO
- SoFaygo – MM3
- Don Toliver & Sheck Wes – VELOUR
- Travis Scott & SoFaygo – CONTEST
- Sheck Wes – ILMB (ft. Travis Scott)
- Travis Scott – WHERE WAS YOU (ft. Future & Playboi Carti)
- Don Toliver – NO COMMENTS
- Travis Scott – BEEP BEEP
- Travis Scott – PBT (ft. Tyla & Vybz Kartel)
- Travis Scott – SHYNE (ft. GloRilla)
- Travis Scott – OUTSIDE (ft. NBA Youngboy)
- Don Toliver & Future – CANT STOP
- Travis Scott – FLORIDA FLOW (ft. Kodak Black)
