Florida Water (feat. Luh Tyler) - Danny Towers, DJ Scheme & Ski Mask the Slump God

(I'd really like to use cash) I told all my haters "Bye", I told them hundreds "Hello" They like how I play it smooth, say I'm a clever fellow I got my nigga living lavish, he came from the ghetto I told my bro to stay up tall like he got on stilettos Stackin' up like Legos I got money now, so bitches acting like they prego Getting racks like Melo Know I got to stay on ten, I got to keep my head on She mad 'cause I done fucked her friend, she like, "You know you dead wrong" Damn, I gotta change my ways Now it's 60 on my neck, remember my chains was fake (ice, ice) 'Member back when times were hard, we prayed for better days But now I'm gettin' paid Now I'm bringin' home them racks, I'm fillin' up the safe Now I make like 30 bands, that's just to rock the stage I cut her off, now she on Instagram, she posting pictures listening to Rod Wave Man, ain't that a shame? She done showed me all her love, but I still did her wrong (mm-mm-mm) Even though I always try my best to do her right I always end up fuckin' up, girl, we ain't lastin' long I swear my brodie always keep it tucked, yeah, he gon' blast the chrome My niggas love it when I tell the plug to go and ship them P's My bitches love it when I take 'em home And fuck 'em to my songs (on God, it's no cap, no hat, real shit) Yeah, that's just how it be Niggas tryna ride my wave, I'm tryna ride the beat Bad bitch put on my scuba suit, I'm finna dive in deep Say you got paper, I believe in what my eyes can see For that money I be feenin', man I swear I need it They didn't think that I could do it, but I beat the odds Biggest Ski, bitch I'm the MVP, I think I'm undefeated (Ski) Yeah, nigga The Biggest Ski man Nah, not the lil one (Ski)

Yeah, nigga (shit), uh Yeah, nigga, yeah, ayy (you ain't got the answers, Sway) Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy (woah) Your lil' bitch a freak, yeah She gon' fuck for free, yeah Know what's up with me, yeah I get to that cheese, yeah I get to that green, yeah Like my bitches mean, yeah (beep) Rock out with my team, that bankroll can't fit in my jeans Yeah (woah) This shit what I dreamed, I'm ballin' I feel like Kareem, yeah I snap, I do my thing, this make you hit the shoulder lean, yeah (ayy) Runnin' straight to the blues, took my chain Go straight to the news (yeah, what?) Nigga headed straight to the moon, I pull up in that Wraith That bitch go, "Vroom" (that's for sure) Sweepin' shit up like a broom, just wait, young nigga We gon' see the top soon (talk to 'em) Young nigga finna go and shake the room, young nigga finna blow Finna watch this bitch boom (what else?) Young nigga headed straight to the top and your lil' bitch a thot Got the ho givin' top (uh, uh, facts) Know a nigga chasin' straight after guap, when I run that shit up I'ma go drop the rock (run it up) Nigga pull up in a coupe real fast and I'm doin' the dash Might go drop the top (skrrt, nigga) Nigga breakin' that code, they be cuffin' these hoes Niggas out here actin' like cops (what the fuck?) I'm tryna be the richest We runnin' up them digits (digits) Run a nigga out his britches Phew, that's them switches (grrah) Speakin' on them riches Millie my wrist, bitch, it's a Nixon (huh?) Switch on the back of the Glock and it's glitchin' Treat it like Madden, this chopper a hit stick All of my old bitches, new bitch, they missed this (huh?) Popped off a top like that shit was a Mistic (yeah) Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, he different, The Sixth Sense Corona an opp, make that boy keep his distance Always on Shade Room, got tea like a Lipton They thought I was Eazy-E, no, bitch, I'm pimpin' (woah) Don't got leg problems, lil' bitch, but I'm limpin' This is my bottom bitch, no, I ain't simpin' (what else?) Ever pop pill and drink lean 'til you dizzy? (Yes) Lemonade Wock' overflow in the Simply (huh?) I'm all the way fresh, I make sure they not dingy I want my half-cent, she not worth a penny Fuck is a hook if a nigga keep goin'? If you ask me, every bitch there be goin' (yes) She wanna fuck me and yes, I do know it Step in the sun with this ice, it start snowin' I'm from 1600, that is the low end Popped a lil' pill, it hit like melatonin Gun on my waist and I ain't gon' show 'em 30 my clip and it don't even stop goin' Smokin' my opp, it turn me to The Omen If you don't know who she fuckin', that bitch fuckin' old men Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, I swear I keep goin' Wait, you don't want me just to keep goin'? I'm in your house and your bitch gettin' nasty I'm in your house like my name Kyle Massey Bitch, I be saucin' and swaggin', I'm jazzy Bullets'll shave off your head like you Cassie Bitch, I'm a goat, my Margiellas, they tabby College bitch give me head out Tallahassee I got a plug that live Cincinnati He ain't even from there, that boy from Atlanta Smokin' on vapes like I can't even get cancer Country lil' bitch, yeah, that ho, she a 'Bama Don't wanna fuck on that bitch, gettin' cancer Had your main bitch, but to me, she a random (yeah) Might to Dubai to do donuts in sandals Got shooters in Mexico, he live in Cancún If I can't find an opp, best believe that his man doomed I let the junkie test work as a sample (woah, woah) Huh? Yeah-yeah, yeah, lil' nigga Phew, phew, phew

I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin' You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin' Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin' I got the game in my motherfuckin' pocket All of this rappin' and shit just an option I'm finna cook in the stu', Betty Crock' it I'm finna take off in rap like a rocket Hop on a yacht in Miami to surf it With hella bitches, they drinkin' and twerkin' Don't post on stories, my shorty be lurkin' Can't stop the grind for no bitch, it ain't worth it Go to Milan for the week of the fashion Addicted to dressin', I drip with a passion Your nigga know I'm that nigga, just ask him Look at the diamonds, they hittin', they dancin' I'm from the trenches, I learned how to hustle I get the cabbage, the lettuce, the brussel I make a million, then triple, then double Upgrade the Glock with a laser and muzzle I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin' You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin' Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it (what?) Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' (ugh) Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin' (gang, yeah, nigga, yeah) Pull up in Maybach, yeah, we finna swerve (skrrt) Like my bitch stick with a whole lot of curve They payin' the kid just to say all these words Gotta go drop them bands, tryna get you a verse Nigga, stop tweetin', that shit for the birds (brr) In the booth geekin' like I was some nerd Just woke up to a check, nigga, like it's the first Just woke up to a check, yeah, I'm thumbin' through cheese Yeah, niggas can't do it like me (like me) I'm countin' pape' while you sleep, countin' sheep Tell your bitch pour me up, I ain't sippin' no tea Tell that boy tie his lace, ain't no trippin' on me In a Wraith, slidin' round, bitch, I'm with DDG Yeah, my niggas be wildin', they spin, DVD Off that gas, on a whole 'nother level, I'm geeked I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin' You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin' Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin' I heard Luh Tyler wanna fuck with one of my exes I throwed a lob like it's nothin' Like it's a fast break and it's twenty more seconds He slam dunk it, Boogie Cousins I be in the blogs, topic of discussion They say I'm a dog, always gon' be somethin' I do somethin' positive, they don't discuss it But when it be negative, them people love it, huh DEOK, it ain't beef if it's over computer, he peewee That boy not a threat Gun to the back of your ho Tell her "Name a few songs" I bet money she passin' the test Niggas don't see how I'm movin' when cameras be off They just know what they see on the net Whether I'm right or I'm wrong, I can never fall off I know niggas is highly upset, okay I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm geekin' You think you fuckin' with me, boy, you tweakin' Ready for war, I just need me a reason I'm gettin' buckets in regular season Honestly, wonderin' when I'ma lose it Come get your wifey, she with it, she choosin' Maybach be drivin' itself, I be cruisin'

Y'all DJ Scheme, little bitch Nuri G.O.A.T That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it She my little roller, said she fucked Gunna She said, "I could shut you up," I said, "Bitch, I don't want it" I said, "Shut the fuck up, come talk to me 'bout some money" I be with some Zoes but you know my niggas bleedin' She gon' get me leanin', out here with no beamin' Fell in love with a chopper, keep that sucker in between us Fuck a booby-trap, I'm throwin' racks up like Serena He said he want smoke, we gon' press him like panini We gon' spin around, we don't play, put drums on the AK Go get him out of the way, you get hit, now it's too late We gon' spin around, we don't play, put drums on the AK Go get him out of the way, you get hit, now it's too late That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it She all in her feelin', soon as I nut, I'm dippin' Got a lil' bitch wishin', and hopin' I don't go missin' She hope the show don't get lapped Put her on the pin like the ref, cuban ice make her sweat I don't wanna fuck one nat, I just wanna go stack checks She just wanna do it from the jets, we were riding 'round with TECs So, all in white, just flex, serve another plate for the fam' We'll beef over a cigarette, she a freak, all I want head Could've wished your bitch in my bed One beer did no TEC, one beer did no TEC That my lil' eater, get 'em off her feet, uh She be fuckin' on my clique, but you think she a keeper She be fuckin' on my clique, boy, you after a skeezer She callin' me G.O.A.T, while my dawg call me the zebra Used to have no hope, now my racks stack to the ceilin' Left when I was broke, now my ex bitch in her feelin' Ex bitch in her feelin', but I got no feelin' Only got some feelin' when I really need it