Florida Gurlz

Chewin’ pink gum with a gold tooth flash

Heat on high but my vibe stay splash

Gator in the backseat, crocs on my feet

Yeah I said what I said — Florida elite

Gas station slushie in my right hand

Thighs stickin’ to the seat, still the baddest in the land

Sunburn shimmer like a gloss on my skin

And my booty still claps when I dive right in

Flip-flop rhythm, bass on boom

Palm tree shade, but I light up the room

Hair in a claw clip, tongue pop slick

Glitter trap queen with a pastel kick

Bubblegum sweet with a savage bite

Talk nice or I’ll pop off tonight

Miami bass got the block on shake

Hotter than the pavement when the Everglades bake

FLA girlz don’t sweat — we glisten

Boys talk, we don’t even listen

Ride the wave, no permission

Pull up, glossed up — on a mission

Bounce-bounce, yeah we do it all day

Palm Beach baddie in a fresh valet

Duval, Tampa, MIA

Florida girlz don’t come to play

“Yo DJ — bring the fan, it’s gettin’ too hot.”

Skrrt off in a Tesla with a 305 bop

Nails sharp, mind sharper, mood: don’t stop

He say “sunshine” — I’m the whole damn lot

(BOUNCE!)

Catch me at the beach in a dollar-store thong

Still steal your man with my theme park song

Croptop sticky, lips so slick

Florida girlz, we the glitch in the drip