Serge - Broward Kings lyrics

[Produced by Nathan Proctor] [Intro] [Verse 1: DONXKING] Too turnt I'm turned sideways High so my eyes glazed Even my b**h blazed while I'm busy getting my guap payed Look at all this money made And all the f**s I gave Party bumping, two b**hes f**ing You know I'm stunting this sh** is nothing Broward's where I'm running Blood money from gunning Pack of bricks, that's drugging b**h I'm banging, cell rangin', quick to leave you hanging I'll hit you with a stainless, leave your a** brainless WHAT WAS HE THINKING Young n***a just thirteen Was so clean, but so mean Was trying to beam Cause I had a dream to be the King Thinking about my future things like pinky rings and chains that swing No red bull but I still got wings Need a pack? Then I'll pull the strings sh** that lead stings Shots fly, So you get shot down Shell casings drop to the ground No evidence to be found, King of my motherf**ing town Mind moving so slow, where did my soul go? p**y, money, and Dro, that's all that my team know Started trapping, then I started rapping Got my money stacking, so I'm never lacking Gonna hit your a** with that f**ing action You think I'm acting, but I still be packing Got a stick with a thirty clip Blood drip like a broken sink Don't give a sh** what you n***as think I'm the sh**, but YOU ni**aS STINK Hit the bank, then I cop some drank Smoke my Dank, now Im on my break Leave me 'lone I'm in my zone Bad b**h from rome came to give me dome Late night sipping on patron Hit the gong while I rip the bong Zooted like Cheech and Chong Empire high like King Kong [Pre Chorus DONXKING and Serge] Free Dopey Pa** the Blunt! [Chorus x4: DONXKING and Serge] Pour that drink up, take a sip Roll that blunt up, take a hit We smoking on some dank sh** Real n***as is who we with [Pre verse: Serge] South Florida sh** n***a [Verse 2: Serge] Lean squad we fly sideways Codeine and green, I'm faded Eyes low, can't see the place Stay strapped, I'm not phased (b**h) We snatching cash you can keep the famous Love or hate it , we're going to make it Don gon' pull that trigger quick Hood rich from all them licks we hit n***as scared 'cause they heard that click Case dropped, they ain't had sh** Circle tight, no snitches No new n***as, Brand new b**hes Stacking cash thats what I love Fresh new benzes, just because Cruising South Beach, we the buzz b**hes topless just for us Coupe top up, dodging fuzz From the bottom, where we was f** n***as, in them rugs 400k but I'm still a thug On my grind, all night all day No time to waste, got money to make That sh** you talking? It's all fake Get you dropped in the Everglades (Goddamn) [Chorus x6]