From Florida With Love - Drake

Bitch

Ayy, yeah

Ayy, ayy (

Plugg

Writin' this from Florida with love (Love)

When I linked with Mexiko, I knew I found a plug (Dro)

Rest in peace to Static, yellin' «Shawty want a thug,» ayy

Bottles in the club, ayy, know I love to touch (Ayy)

Weezy played that shit for me and Kobe on the bus

Went and got a chain for me, I had to give it up (Yeah)

Niggas had they pistols loaded pointed at my truck, ayy

And you know that lesson stuck (Right)

From that day I never touched the road without a (Plugg)

Ayy, from that day I never saw the point in talkin' tough (Nah)

Hasn’t happened since, I guess you niggas know what’s up (Yup)

Yeah, haven’t seen the 6ix in like a month (6ix)

Fuck that, I’m back, baby, where the love?

(Love)

Rappers that I threw an alley-oop are throwin' subs (Yeah)

But they gotta dap me when they see me, that’s what’s up (That's what’s up)

I let that shit slide, I got everything

I could lose it all if I’m reactin' to the petty things

Know that if I see you, I’ma ask you if you said them things

YMB the gang and they down to stain anything, mhm

Yeah, that’s right

YMB the gang and they down to stain anything, mhm

Yeah, that’s right

YMB the gang and you know them niggas…