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hmt tray, younginsosleaze & lil t1mmy - florida to cali lyrics

[intro: hmt tray]
haha, money first
(oh, yo b+tch was on this one)
haha

[chorus: hmt tray]
put that bread over beef, b+tch, i’m layin’, i don’t creep
in a dice game, bust a n+gga head, that’s common to a g
in the streets like, “what it be?” broke the kn+b, need surgery
kinda take that sh+t offensive, they say they ain’t heard of me

[verse 1: hmt tray]
b+tch, i’m too official, jump in the game and drop like thirty+three
free my n+gga rob, same day i made this song, caught a burglary
i remember times n+ggas can’t even come outside with perjury
but the beef done settled down, if they follow heads, you surfin’ with a ski
vvss on my chain, b+tch, i’ll still hop in the v
me, i’m gеttin’ money and switchin’ lanes, i’ll still do dirt up out a jeep
i can’t be pushin’ up on a lam’ ‘causе what i’m pushin’ gotta be p
and this the private party, you stackin’ no profit, you can’t get a key

[chorus: hmt tray & younginsosleaze]
put that bread over beef, b+tch, i’m layin’, i don’t creep
in a dice game, bust a n+gga head, that’s common to a g
in the streets like, “what it be?” broke the kn+b, need surgery
kinda take that sh+t offensive, they say they ain’t heard of me (alright)
[verse 2: younginsosleaze]
them n+ggas know they heard of me, i’m the one who turnt it up (i’m the one who turnt it up)
n+gga, it’s a scary sight when sleaze krueger in the cut (ah, ah)
i ain’t trippin’ off no sl+ts, n+ggas k!ll ’em, not with slugs (they is)
keep on bringin’ up my name just gon’ make her wanna f+ck, ayy (just gon’ make her wanna f+ck)
slid out the way, me and bro hit for twenty ‘bows (cleaned up)
you know i’ma clean it up every time money on the floor (on my mama)
i done really did some sh+t that only me and god know (shh)
b+tch, i know you heard my sh+t, b+tch, i stand on ten toes (all ten, n+gga)
n+gga, your b+tch, she a fan, better keep her on a leash (better get that b+tch)
i ain’t leave the house without it, b+tch, it stay up in my reach (for real)
you ain’t got no pape’ for me, b+tch, give me fifty feet (back back)
this that yop ritual, b+tch, i really practice what i preach, n+gga (all yops, n+gga)

[verse 3: lil t1mmy]
diamond in the rough, so i put ’em on my neck
play it crazy, play with us, throwin’ bullets like i’m brett (bah+bah+bah+bah)
every gen, had ’em all, with these glocks, i’m a vet (i had ’em all)
think they’re tryna get behind me, hit a right, bust a left (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
runnin’ laps, bustin’ plays, i ain’t gotta ask madden (gotta ask madden)
ballhog, rip kobe, quick to shoot, i ain’t passin’ (bah+bah+bah+bah)
n+ggas broke, mad at us, they ain’t eatin’, n+gga fastin’ (n+ggas mad)
build a b+tch up, break her down like a fraction (lil’ b+tch)
t1mmy shinin’ like the sun, diamonds dancin’ in the dark (diamonds dancin’)
i advise don’t even think, wouldn’t f+ck with us if you was smart (don’t f+ck with us)
quiet n+gga, barely speak, don’t ask questions, let her bark
do my dirt up on my own, n+ggas be movin’ like a narc (movin’ like a narc)
b+tch, i’m really one of one, now broke b+tches, they can’t come (they can’t come)
i can’t give my time for free, must be thinkin’ that i’m dumb
now i’m up, playin’ with bread, d+mn near came up from a crumb
put two doogies in the—, got me coughin’ up a lung (shh)

- hmt tray younginsosleaze lil t1mmy lyrics

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