FLAwda Pouya

[Intro]
Chicken bone, now it's on, now it's on, now it's on
Squad

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm posted in Miami
Bikini go to the bottom when the feet is feelin' sandy
Yes, I'm feelin' kinda shady but I'm chillin' in the sun
Wrap my dick 'cause, baby girl, I'm way too young to have a son
I heard from a bird that your ass got crabs
I'm still a cheap mothafucka, make 'em pay for the cat
Plus the bitch and the racks so I ain't fillin' her up
But Banks got a ho for me that's down for suckin' me up
Check it, homie wanna know me now
Bitches wanna blow me now
The enemy tryna run up on me but it ain't goin' down
Florida boy, stay flowin' like a motorboat
Fuckin' bitches coast-to-coast, let me take a fuckin' toast
'Cause I am the fuckin' G.O.A.T.
And I got your bitch on her goddamn tippy toes, ho
Let me do what I gotta do, she do the most though, check it

[Bridge]
Check me out, man (Yuh), fuck all of y'all (Alright)
This some Florida shit, south side shit, mothafucka (Yuh)
This how we do it (Yuh)
Smart Stunnas global, international (Stunna, yuh)
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (I'm 'bout to go back in)
Bitch, bitch, bitch (Yuh), south side, bitch (Yuh)
Bitch, bitch (Yuh), yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, south side, bitch