Summer in Florida Andre Nickatina

[Verse]
What's crack-a-lackin, nack-a-lackin, nigga what you packin'?
Now I hate bitches with a passion
High model street fashion
I stay weeded with the beat bashin
Talkin' shit when I'm smashin'
Put my rap down, profound in a virgin town
Hit the mall like the God, now I'm splurgin' now
Crack a rhyme, hard crimes in all 5 boroughs
It's somethin' like Egypt and the Pharaoh's
Give me the keys to your city, I'm a still pick the lock
And leave hella clues for the cops
Leave fingerprints on the Glock
Leave ID on the block
Dog did you do it? No I did not
Gunpowder flour, nigga Geneva towers
I love gummy bears, sweet and sour
Dog it's the maniacal, lyrical, miracle sponge, bitch
Shell Toe Adidas and Air Force Ones, bitch
Smellin' so cute in my Sean John suit
Filmoe street, nigga bus duece duece
It's the felony rhyme and a melody crime, it's heavy
You catch 4 raps right across your belly
Your big homie, hit vegas like a Corleone
It's all real, not a macaroni sin
Imagine bullets bouncin' off your chin
Forever fuckin' off your dirty grin, and then, yeah