Native by Tyte Lyrics
[Intro]
(Squat made the beat)
[Verse 1]
I came a long way to have this Rollie on (This Rollie on)
Boogers in her face look like a snotty nose (Bands on it)
I really [?] them all, [?] on 'em ([?] on 'em)
Niggas catchin' cases just to sing along (Yeah)
Bitch I catch a case and get you off off (Off off)
I've seen them real hitters blow your top off (Your top gone)
I wear that real shit, fuck them knockoffs
Wrist inside the projects, ain't no tours on ([?])
Really in the trap, different flip phones (Flip phones)
Our last generation, they ain't teach us wrong (They didn't)
We was loyal to the streets, that's what this built on (Yeah)
I'm way too Florida for these niggas to even trip on (It's tight)
[Chorus]
We get that dope, then come from the bay (From the bay)
And them hoes, they bad all day (All day)
You got gold in your mouth, you a native, yeah (You a native)
Got that dome, [?], you a player, yeah (All skaters)
We do business with the mob in the [?] (In the [?])
We keep our cool, but any nigga could get it (Yeah, yeah)
There's money in the streets, go and get it (Go and get it)
If this shit about Florida, then I'm wit' it (Then I'm wit' it)
[Verse 2]
I took chances after chances after chances (After chances)
I done lost plenty of money, you understand me? (You understand me?)
I was raised in a cage with them animals (With them animals)
I was really in the jungle with the bananas (It's tight)
I just stick to the script, I'm a hitter (I'm a hitter)
Nigga, try it if you want it, I'ma simmer ([?])
Told the guy, Lord knows I'm a sinner (Father God)
Doin' business with the [?] off in Cape Coral ([?])
You ain't really got a [?] if ain't got no motive (Got no motive)
You ain't really gotta pack 'em it got no odor ([?])
Nigga get his ass popped like a Trojan (Like a Trojan)
I'm really from the Orange State, not no soda (It's tight)
[Chorus]
We get that dope, then come from the bay (From the bay)
And them hoes, they bad all day (All day)
You got gold in your mouth, you a native, yeah (You a native)
Got that dome, [?], you a player, yeah (All skaters)
We do business with the mob in the [?] (In the [?])
We keep our cool, but any nigga could get it (Yeah, yeah)
There's money in the streets, go and get it (Go and get it)
If this shit about Florida, then I'm wit' it (Then I'm wit' it)
(Squat made the beat)
[Verse 1]
I came a long way to have this Rollie on (This Rollie on)
Boogers in her face look like a snotty nose (Bands on it)
I really [?] them all, [?] on 'em ([?] on 'em)
Niggas catchin' cases just to sing along (Yeah)
Bitch I catch a case and get you off off (Off off)
I've seen them real hitters blow your top off (Your top gone)
I wear that real shit, fuck them knockoffs
Wrist inside the projects, ain't no tours on ([?])
Really in the trap, different flip phones (Flip phones)
Our last generation, they ain't teach us wrong (They didn't)
We was loyal to the streets, that's what this built on (Yeah)
I'm way too Florida for these niggas to even trip on (It's tight)
[Chorus]
We get that dope, then come from the bay (From the bay)
And them hoes, they bad all day (All day)
You got gold in your mouth, you a native, yeah (You a native)
Got that dome, [?], you a player, yeah (All skaters)
We do business with the mob in the [?] (In the [?])
We keep our cool, but any nigga could get it (Yeah, yeah)
There's money in the streets, go and get it (Go and get it)
If this shit about Florida, then I'm wit' it (Then I'm wit' it)
[Verse 2]
I took chances after chances after chances (After chances)
I done lost plenty of money, you understand me? (You understand me?)
I was raised in a cage with them animals (With them animals)
I was really in the jungle with the bananas (It's tight)
I just stick to the script, I'm a hitter (I'm a hitter)
Nigga, try it if you want it, I'ma simmer ([?])
Told the guy, Lord knows I'm a sinner (Father God)
Doin' business with the [?] off in Cape Coral ([?])
You ain't really got a [?] if ain't got no motive (Got no motive)
You ain't really gotta pack 'em it got no odor ([?])
Nigga get his ass popped like a Trojan (Like a Trojan)
I'm really from the Orange State, not no soda (It's tight)
[Chorus]
We get that dope, then come from the bay (From the bay)
And them hoes, they bad all day (All day)
You got gold in your mouth, you a native, yeah (You a native)
Got that dome, [?], you a player, yeah (All skaters)
We do business with the mob in the [?] (In the [?])
We keep our cool, but any nigga could get it (Yeah, yeah)
There's money in the streets, go and get it (Go and get it)
If this shit about Florida, then I'm wit' it (Then I'm wit' it)