Middle Of South Florida lyrics

[Intro: Sylvan LaCue, Prez P]
This for all my n*ggas on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays that's just tryna get their mind right
Do this sh*t for y'all, you feel me?
Yeah, n*gga, you know'm saying
The city, you know, is changing again, na mean
But it's the same old sh*t
So n*ggas flexing, boy, you know'm saying

[Hook: Prez P]
I'm in the hood where n*ggas don't bother me, North Miami where the riders be
Smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me
I'm in the hood where n*ggas don't bother me, North Miami where the riders be
Smoking on rapper weed, she wanna follow me, she wanna get on top of me

[Verse 1: Prez P]
My outfit is sticking
Lets roll in, no telling where we going
My gas full of that- joint full of that gas too
It's gon' be hell of a summer, sh*t
We been up since the past two
Gotta get that bag immediately
Can't ever be the last two
I picked up LaCue like hop in my n*gga we slidin'
We vibin' lets go to the strip club
We can hit G5 then act like we got 5 G's
Them hoes won't know we lying
Let's see if we get lucky
We buzzin' like the Beehive and
We could live it up
f*ck if our problem knee high and
Tell them freaks just a weekend, they can go off in that deep end
See them n*ggas plottin'
Leave them boys no option
Kill them haters off and kill these ladies softly