Lyrics florida flow 3 - Yung Baller

You, ay-ay aye
Jack stop

Sipping sizzurp, looking naughty (aye)
Licking the tattoos on her body (aye, aye)
Got my fucking Scotty, it is too hotty
She gone fold under pressure (yuh)
Topping me off, no one can best her (no)
Pussy nigga talking, show him to the stretcher

Wet like a lake, she gone smash
Where is the date?
Going too fast, one hundred on the dash, gotta escape
Where's diamond tester?
Give you a disease, it gone fester (yeah)
GTA gun, now where's Lester?
Came in my room, like an inspector (what?)
Car go vroom, didn't expect her (skrtt)

New shit of me trendsetter
Nacho whip fell in love with the cheddar
Say sorry, got an apology letter
I fucked her before I met her
Now she wanna kiss it better
All my flows, and they butter
Water, water, water
Water

Bitch I'm on the beat, and I'm on a kill streak
And I'm on a kill streak
Belong to the streets
She belongs to the streets
I belong to the streets
I belong to all the freaks, and geeks

Uh, geeky
Fucking yo bitch Riri (what?)
Fucking yo bitch Cece (what?)
CC on her collar, I don't call her (hello?)
She got no caller id (what?), I pass her like Kyrie
Fuck her so good
Make her say cum inside me (bye, bye)

Found opps, we gon' chop shit like chopsticks
I'm gon' Die Lit in a mosh pit
Fight 'em up, beat 'em up like Brad Pitt (bitch)
In my past, I ain't have shit
House full of maggots (ew) bring that mag in
We body bagging, we bag tough
We is bag boys, we don't bag boys

Hold up (aye, aye)
Wait let me jump in the bitch
Niggas tryna ride the wave-like Lilo and stitch
Nigga find your own wave
Before you get dropped out in this wave (bitch)

Surfy-surfy-surfy
Scotty, Scotty, Scotty to fucking hotty
Left the body right in the lobby