Kodak The Boss lyrics - Kodak Black
Let me start this shit off right 'cause I can never be wrong
I tried to change my life, them people called me a clone
Took the top off, I ain't drinkin' nothin' that I ain't pour
I brought my own 'za, I ain't smokin' nothin' that I ain't roll
Hold on, what happened to all that energy you had when I was gone?
You can say whatever you want, I know you hate that I'm home
Watchin' out for opps when you the one I need to worry 'bout
Sometimes your best friend be your biggest hater all along
Sometimes your enemy be right there, playin' up under your nose
They dissin' you, but you act deaf 'cause it come out as a joke
On God, I lost some friends 'cause I was playin' broke
Sometimes the way you plan is not how the end goes
I call it quits, find out my baby girl a big ho
I call her bitch, no questions asked, they just tenfold
Every time I come in town, everybody know
'Cause niggas get to sprayin' rounds and everybody out of the door
You know what's goin' down soon we get the low
You know soon we get the drop, niggas gettin' dropped
My baby Jayla caught a murder and she in the box
I tell her keep her head up, make sure she do her squats
Mama lost her baby to the streets, he beat up the block
He ain't dead, but she could tell that he love the block
2013, it was crazy, streets was gettin' hot
And the niggas I looked up to had went to smokin' flock
The SWAT ran in my nigga's spot, they just took him down
He had an AR with the stock, so he couldn't get a bond
I'ma beat the dope up 'til it lock and try to stretch me nine
On this explore page, think this where I'ma find my wife
I kept it real from the jump, fuck this music junk
But everything I touch bump, I must be number one
I'm fantasizin' on my bunk 'bout a Bentley truck
Like, "If I cut my dreads, will Zendaya let me fuck?"
Like, "If I get a six-pack, you will let me hit that, huh?
Then I got pardoned by Trump, they tried to stay I skunked
Instead of congratulatin', they hated, but I ain't gave a fuck
Then I keep droppin' until I caught the one platinum in two months
I don't usually dwell on my success, but fuck it, I drop my nuts
Niggas in the studio with me right now the niggas who got my trust
Every time I failed, I prevailed, that's why they call me a boss
If I learned a lesson from the situation, then I don't call it a loss
300 Blackout lyrics - Kodak Black
Yeah, SG ain't dead, but KTB got new motion, you heard?
You wasn't never this
Say, I was at the Marriott smokin' Black & Mild in the elevator
Some niggas made fucked up decisions where no man can save 'em
Everybody know me 'round my way, I'm a bona fide gangster
Gunslinger, I let it off broad day, them niggas was pointin' fingers
What the fuck I look like bein' a hater? I made it happy for 'em
My lil' nigga started touchin' paper, I was happy for him
I was in the cell thinkin' I was comin' home to you and me
How it was before they booked me, but how it's lookin', it'll never be how it used to be
Come on, player
I tried to spare you, I don't wanna hurt you, but I'm 'bout to blank
'Cause loyalty is the fuckin' virtue until it ain't
In the back of the Maybach, paper plates, put up the Dracs, we on a date
I heard a nigga got the drop to my mama house, but bitch, you late
'Cause she been moved, big house, swimmin' pool with a lake
I'm on a private jet, just me and bae, we havin' dinner
And no, nigga, ain't no fuckin' beef, I just come and get you
I'm 'bout my issue, I don't know 'bout you, but I'm gon' deliver
I'ma pop my pistol, I'ma hop out, shoot, I'ma run, go get 'em
And the lil' bitch say she ready to eat, bitch, you gon' wait
Be with real killers everyday, we look each other in the face
And steppin' on shit, I left my footprints 'round the city
That's fucked up what they did to Young Thug, can't let them get me
I was freestylin' this shit, I say, "Shit, I might as well just write it"
I'm a one-man army, I don't need no clique, need no indictments
I grew up in the judicial system, snipin' and fightin'
In juvenile detention centers, incitin' riots
In the studio, two nights in off a gram of that meth
Water whippin' in my kitchen, sticks and glizzys on my shelf
Treat the suburbs like the projects, turned the mansion to the trap house
I was pistol whippin', lil' nigga, I ain't even notice, I just blacked out
Fully loaded Blackout .300, a coyote one
Kept shootin' that nigga, I blacked out, did it for my mama, her oldest son
Everybody say I'm chosen one, the golden one
The only one around my way done made it, safe to say lil' nigga knowin' somethin'
Yeah, I'm a rapper, I smoke Runtz
SG, snatch and grab, walk a nigga to the trunk (I walk your bitch-ass to the trunk)
I'm at the Panthers Arena, I'm high as fuck
My bitch lookin' like Ari and Taina all at once
This Drac' gon' change a nigga demeanor as soon I up
Keep askin', I'ma tell you exactly who I done fucked
Bitch, stay out your feelings, I don't be in your business 'bout who you fuck
I keep a lil' swoop, as soon I duck, gon' get some new dust
They at that bag, go get that sack all by myself
Hit that intersection, I'm loaded up, I'm loafin' up
Got plenty routes, different directions, I'm never stressin'
And bitch, when I walk in this fuckin' room, don't ask no questions
It's KTB, Kodak the boss, Kodak the blessin'
Kill that boy, kill that bitch too, anybody get it
Everybody get it
Got gang in here, everybody with me
Catch a nigga where he ain't 'posed to be, you know I'ma kill him
And a friendship can't do nothin' for me when it's 'bout my business
If I catch me a nigga throwin' up that Z, then you better be with me
Catch your ass throwin' up that Z, you better be with this shit
Slay Like Santa lyrics - Kodak Black
Stack that paper and and stay out the way
How many racks I could fit in the safe?
I'm a stepper, they know I don't play
They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay
Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac'
Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way
I got manners, I nut on her face
I won't hide for nothin', I ain't hidin' for nothin'
Ain't no secret, I'm big boy thuggin'
Long live Honeycomb, I sold a brick on the ugly
On the block outside with cutters
Roll up an opp, straight fire up the ganja
I just need me a reason to snap
Since Honeycomb died, I put bees in the trap
Yeah, I got nine bodies, I'm a big boy stepper, ain't nobody better
My daddy name David, not Banner
By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule
She ridin' my dick on the chair and I'm hittin' her bare, panda
Beat her back in my only agenda
I just flew the lil' swoop from Atlanta
Yeah, I rap, but I'm really a scammer
Set up trap, got it boomin' in Tampa
I'm tryna show her I like her, so I keep sendin' her roses, Amber
I drop an ounce of that white, remix the clean, now it's dirty Diana
I'ma shoot out the Glock like a camera
My name Kodak, you know, like the camera
Too much pressure, that's all I'ma say
Everybody know if they play, they gon' lay
Killin' some haters again
Still made some paper in the pen'
Damn, he caught an innocent shell, yeah, I hope that don't count as a sin
Uh, I'm an all around stepper, my friend, Gucci down, Cartier lense
Damn, I should've cuffed the lil' bitch, damn, I let a lame nigga win
Niggas can't stand the rain, you niggas don't stand a chance
Chevrolet candy pink, I spent a band in the Benz
I'ma murk 'em, been lurkin' for weeks
I step in whatever, Dior on my feet
Ain't no nerd, but I love to geek
I don't lie, but I steal, I kill, I cheat
Stack that paper and and stay out the way
How many racks I could fit in the safe?
I'm a stepper, they know I don't play
They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay
Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac'
Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way
I got manners, I nut on her face
I won't hide for nothin', I ain't hidin' for nothin'
If You Ever lyrics - Kodak Black
Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him
Get a bullet to him
I fell asleep in the coupe, cracker found me with my fire
Suck my meat in the coupe while I'm slidin' on the I
Buy my music, buy my clothes, buy my weed, Cherry Pie
Livin' the life, they don't wanna see me fly, they wanna see me die
Diamonds gleamin', they don't wanna see me cheesin', they wanna see me cry
Disrespect me, I'ma take the Fendi off and I'ma slide
I'm a different kind of nigga, I can't be stopped, I can't be cloned
I'm a different kind of nigga, I can't be bought, I can't be sold
I be sittin' back, gettin' these racks, gettin' it on
I ain't into that chitty-chat, bitch, I'm grown
But I'm gone, hop out with the chrome, these niggas don't leave me 'lone
I'm in my zone, rollin' up a zone, I drop you like a song
Damn, I'm goin' to Hell, man
Every nigga disrespect me catch a shell, man
Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him
If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me
I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?
I ain't playin', nigga, you know what I'm comin' from
Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him
If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me
I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?
Better shoot me where I stand, 'cause nigga, I ain't runnin'
I'ma keep on coolin', I'ma keep doin' music, gettin' fetti
But I'ma go back to jail if a nigga disrespect me
I'ma give you promo, fuck with me, you know I'm steppin'
I ditched the stolo, me and Momo ridin' in the Chevy
I can't roll in peace anymore
Niggas think that I ain't in the streets anymore, they think I lost it
These niggas lost me, they see me flossin', now they salty
I'ma spin the bin, I'ma spin your block, I'ma get it poppin'
Ain't tryna die tonight, my family need me, so I'm clutchin'
Tryna change my life, but they won't let me, so it's fuck it
Blitz a nigga like I'm playin' rugby, pull off in a bucket
You ain't ever know how I'm fuckin' comin', they just know I'm comin'
Call my phone when you want some dick, you know I be comin'
Call my phone when you wanna vent, fuck with you one hundred
Keep the Colt on me like a big baby, Tony Dungy, ayy
Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him
If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me
I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?
I ain't playin', nigga, you know what I'm comin' from
Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him
If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me
I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?
Better shoot me where I stand, 'cause nigga, I ain't runnin
I Can't Sleep lyrics - Kodak Black
I'm creepin' through, I don't do no molly, I'm on a fuckin' Perky
I'm tryna stack a few more bodies for my fuckin' birthday
All I want for my birthday is a few more bodies
I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser
I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster
I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat
Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep
I'm booted up, I got a heart full of bands
Grimy nigga with my ass on my sleeve
Tryna bust this money down with my team
I can't shoot a nigga tonight 'cause I'm too clean
My nigga, he hangin' up out the window, what the fuck you mean?
I feel like I'm sleepwalkin' right now, I'm livin' a dream
And the way this beat knockin' right now, I feel supreme
This [?] got my jaw lockin' right now, I'm grindin' my teeth
I'm slidin' with that Draco, hope a nigga test my gangster
I been everywhere when everywhere they say I can't come
Slidin' with that Draco, hope a nigga test my gangster
I been everywhere when everywhere they say I can't come
I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser
I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster
I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat
Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep
Security stopped me at the door, said, "You can't get in with that strap"
Strip a pussy nigga naked, make it shake, make it clap
Niggas hidin' from the streets, he think he safe 'cause he rap
I keep switchin' up my number just in case it get tapped
I be posted on the corner like a hobo
I can't trust you niggas, somewhere ridin' solo
I be chasin' after paper like a fiend
Say, if we beefin', why you tryna make a scene?
Y'all on the 'Gram, y'all niggas squares, y'all goin' fed, y'all droppin' tracks
Them niggas scared, they tuckin' they tail, they tryna live, they don't wanna get whacked
I'm creepin' through, I don't do no molly, I'm on a fuckin' Perky
I'm tryna stack a few more bodies for my fuckin' birthday
I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser
I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster
I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat
Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep
Demand My Respect lyrics - Kodak Black
See, I demand my respect, know what I mean?
Nigga, you ain't gotta like me, you ain't even gotta respect me, long as you don't disrespect me, you heard me, nigga? (Respect it or check it, salute me or shoot me, nigga)
Nah, fuck that, them pussy niggas gon' respect this shit, for sure
I demand my respect, I don't really care for love
I done sent the bitch a jet, all I wanted was a hug
I'm slammin' in a 'Vette (I'm slammin' in a 'Vette, slammin')
I don't really care for sex, I ain't get none in a month
VVS, prong set (VVS)
You ain't with me, then you with the wrong set
This where I been at, my __cpLocation on net
I'm on they neck, dog
Fuck my old homies, I regret I even met y'all
I don't play no games, I left the switch at my ex house
PS5 at mama house, my house got the Xbox
Just for decoration, deer head in my living room
Diamonds in my mouth, so you can't tell I got a missin' tooth
This ain't nothin' new, I been spinnin', ain't got shit to prove
I'm standin' on business, ain't no livin' by the principles
I'm dyin' 'bout my morals and my aura, I got shit to lose
Just caught the drop off a block, nigga, this a chicken coop
I'm poppin' like Coke, beat the dope with a fork (With a fork)
Baby from New York, she got a body like Coke
I'm cuffin' like she wrote
She got a warrant as soon I seen I got the yo
Yeah, I don't play no police games, but now she under my arrest
My dick stay in her chest
Keep her happy, never stress
I'm in Cali' with a vest
KTB, Kodak the best
And I'm never comin' off they neck
Shooters comin' off the bend
My snipe can't wait to get out, Young D can't wait to get off house arrest
My niggas sensitive 'bout Yak
Nigga comment under my picture, they be ready to handle that
Ayo, G-Mac, grab the MAC, spray, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
I demand my respect
I'ma whack 'em 'fore you whack 'em, nigga, what's up? Let's make a bet (Uh-huh)
My homie played a foul, I'm tryna hit him with a TEC
All my vultures on a prowl, yeah, we gon' land and we gon' peck
We done linked up with more killers, got gorillas in the set
Fuck it, y'all just run in the field and we gon' chill in the nest (Mhm)
It's a win-win, y'all dyin' there, we lookin' out for the threats
Droppin' shit off when y'all get off, then we cleanin' up the rest
Go
Yeah, niggas gon' say, man, that fuck nigga snappin', ayy, lil' boy, you put that shit in perspective, for real, for real
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, all the vultures and shit gon' really like, like, like, really like, know what I'm sayin', like, gon' smell that (I'ma eat, you gon' eat too)
For sure, make these pussy niggas respect this shit, you heard me?
Uh-huh
I'm slammin' in a 'Vette
I'm slammin' in a 'Vette, flash, flash
Ha, yeah
Play lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Lil Crix)
He on a plate, he ate
Niggas keep dyin' that way, keep fryin' that way
Niggas gettin' fried like chicken and shit
KFC, nigga, we kill 'em for Crix
Hit a nigga ass with a three-piece combo, his mom, his bro, his sis
Got an opp bitch in the back of the Rolls
I better not see a nigga crackin' no fours (Let's go)
Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam
If I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team
Just made six hundred off streams
Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap, on gang)
Let's go
It's crazy, I came here from nothin', now I walk around, I'm the motherfuckin' man in my city
I show a nigga no pity, your mama, your brother, your sister, your kids, your bitties
I don't give a fuck who you call, a nigga can never say that Lil Crix assed out
I drop an opp like he passed out
Two kids and his hoes, throw his ass in a blunt, gassed out (Let's go)
When I'm all in public, that heater tucked
On Blood, y'all know how I give it up
I don't give a fuck who you with
I ain't sparin' shit
Cashin' that bag like Allstate
Burn like some plastic in broad day
Bullets make you sing like Rod Wave
M16, they all spray
New Versaces, all suede
Ten Piguets, they all ways
Six thots, they all slay, ayy
They ask me, like, why I don't be social
Like, why I don't be talkin'
I told they ass, "Man, [?] shit for sure"
These peons will know what a six pack is, that's seventy-two ounces
But, gang, let's get it piped up
On gang (Gang)
Let's go
Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam
If I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team
Just made six hundred off streams
Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap)
Let's go
I don't even cap on no beat, on blood, you payin' for this fee
What I look like payin' for a fee?
Nine Trey, don't get put on a tee
Lil' bro in your bush like a bee
This MAC have you shot like a tree, yeah
Tag beat a bitch, Ray Rice, don't play with your life like dice, nigga
You better think twice, nigga, 'cause I'll pay the price, nigga
Know some young niggas that's itchin' for bodies, when they see you, it's on sight
Fifteen, seen my first body, I ain't never look back, that's why I keep a strap on my hip
Diss, get shot on your lip
I'm blowin' shit off the rip (Ayy)
Got twenty in this clip
Never catch me in no zip
I can get bag like new chips or flip the new whip
I'm puttin' crackers on watch 'cause I keep a gun
This drill shit ain't fun, nigga
Starter Kit lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. VVSNCE)
(Shit touch souls, AJ, that beat touch a nigga soul)
[VVSNCE:]
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit
Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit
Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard
Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard
In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part
[Kodak Black:]
Mulsanne with my mood change, I know two things, they can't fuck with me, can't fuck with you
And I know I gotta put you first, you can't be number two
Just play your role, get anything you want, bae, if you actin' right
Dope was bad, I hit it with that one-two, brought it back to life
Always lit, bitch, we in VLive
Young nigga poppin' shit, Beamer, Benz, or Bentleys, I can't decide
Fuck it, old school Chevrolet
In the club doin' your thing, I made it rain like the weatherman
Fucked around, got a lil' taste and I been cravin', you Heaven sent
Tattoo tears for the pain, make up tattoos on your face
And make sure it's plain as day
And fuck what these haters say
You for the streets, I'll say today
I bet I'm gon' make you stay
You see the peace, you see the rage
[VVSNCE:]
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit
Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit
Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard
Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard
In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part
[Kodak Black:]
Too gangster for this shit, I might not never get no award
Nigga fakin' in the club, just ordered ones, ain't even throw it
Been in the streets forever and ain't got nothin' to show for it
All it did was take my dogs and give me charges and left me scarred
The streets don't love nobody, but I still gave the bitch my heart
Nigga think this shit a game, don't even know how to play your card
In the back of the Maybach Sprinter, bustin' dinner, watchin' TV
And I fell in love with a stripper, let me be your nigga, let me be your BB
Wake up, grab my pistol, put on my VV's, then I pray
Pop 'bout two, three glitches, then I'm ready for the day
I told all my bitches, "I got a girl and stay away"
Shorty been playin' her part, so I ain't gon' do that to my bae
[VVSNCE:]
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit
Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit
Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard
Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard
In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part
I'm So Awesome lyrics - Kodak Black
Uh, hopped out to spray, then I hopped in the Wraith
Yeah, I'm havin' fun today
Step on these niggas and they better not play
Yeah, that's what my mama say
Get you some money, you stay here, you pay
You can't be sittin' in my mansion all day
I go to prison, I'm havin' my way
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Go to Morocco and fuck on a thot ho, I'm so, I'm so awesome
Think 'cause she finer she gon' get designer, no, get you a job or somethin'
Jay Crack my dog, you know he been my weenie
Fuck with him long way, he knew me since peewee
Remember them times I was fuckin' a fifi
Yeah, uh, thanks for them letters, bae, now you get CC
All of my bitches be yellow like Beezy
Flex on these niggas, I make it look easy
I'm draggin' my nuts, they be all on my Fiji
Drip on these bitches, they eatin' my spit up
Ran out of gas, I'ma need me a fill up
She say I raped the bitch, no, but I bit her
I got too much money, ain't doin' no sit-up
Hopped out to spray, then I hopped in my bag, yeah, I'm in my Birkin
Shoutout to Gucci, I think that's my dad, yeah, I was just jerkin'
I hit the woah 'cause I like that lil' dance
I be on go, you gon' lay where you stand
Pull out the Ghost, I'm too rich for a Benz
Mmm, yeah
Lil' one be callin' me daddy and shit, uh, that ain't my baby
Shorty be throwin' her kids on me, hmm, 'cause they need savin'
This how I'm livin', I'm deadass
End of your girl, your lil' head ass
Like when you callin' me daddy, ha
Daddy, zaddy, pullin' up, I'm on the addy
They searched the crib, but I still got a gun in the attic
I done got really established
This wasn't 'posed to happen 'cause I was just jackin' and stuff
I turn a nigga to maggots, yeah, he dead, flies everywhere
I done created the fabric that niggas be jackin', so they gotta pay me to wear
Courvoisier is a poor nigga drink, but I'm drinkin' it, you need a license to share
I'ma Z all I can Z and I Z who I Z, that's just the way that I am
Courvoisier is a poor nigga drink, but I drink it, I drink it
I keep some sack and a MAC and a shank in my blanket, the blanket
I keep security 'cause I'm tired of shootin'
I be on tears and my eyes be googly
Big dumbass rubies on all of my toothies
Ass shots, I put that fire on your booty
Hop in and spray soon I hop out the coochie
I'm a clean lil' nigga, I'm awesome
I got a whole lot of millions, I ain't want a Benz, so I bought my dog one
I don't be countin' the Maybach truck, even though it's a Benz, I don't it count though
Thirty inch rims, gotta mount it though
I'ma treat you like you weren't my round before
Candy paint Lamb', just hopped out to spray
I keep some bands on me just to go play
I'm not a fan of you niggas, okay?
You ain't got no plans, then you just in my way
Step on these niggas, I stand on them hoes
Cutthroat nigga, yeah, anythin' go
I hop out the vehicle, fixing my pistol
Bounce out on niggas, I look like I'm Tigger
Game From Pluto lyrics - Kodak Black
I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up
Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up
Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug
Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper
Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots
I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars
Play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched
Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy
Mulsanne all cash, like Bentley, don't take checks
Just bring all gas and smoke, I don't take threats
Free my nigga Flippa, SG, we the best
Until he get an issue, nigga, we can't rest
I'm on a jet with a dirty TEC and an MPX
We gon' close casket or make his family take a guess
Yeah, they switchin' sets, they changin' way too soon
I'm in the club, I'm blowin' K2 fumes
I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up
Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up
Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug
Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper
Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots
I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars
Play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched
Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy
Future told me, "Drop that shit, keep it on they chest, feet on they neck"
KTB, Kodak the boss, Kodak the best, that ain't a guess
Say he love to see me flex, every time you flex, put it in they face
And I'm poppin' checks, and soon they drop the case, I copped the Wraith
All these bands free, if a ho wanna fuck with me, open up a Chase
I was in Tennessee leanin', nigga fiendin' for that drank
I'm a rich junkie, stay from 'round me, you look like a monkey
If you look dirty, dog, probably got monkeypox
I'ma take they head clean off for playin' on my top
Ho, you ain't even gotta dance, ho, I'm tryna do my Kodak bop
Gettin' too much guap, rocked up like I'm sellin' brick
Pull out ZR1 Stingray 'Vette, jellyfish
I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up
Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up
Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug
Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper
Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots
I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars
Play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched
Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy
I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up
Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up
Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug
Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper
Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots
I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars
Yeah, play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched
Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy
Walk lyrics - Kodak Black
Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?
The fuck got into you?
(Walk) I'm a big stepper, I drip when I walk
I'm bringin' pressure, they run when I walk
I kicked the bitch out the Jeep, told her, "Walk"
Yeah, I jump on these beats and I walk
Slide, keep on slidin' (Walk)
Opps just keep on dyin' (Walk)
Spin 'round, spin 'round (Walk)
Step down, step down (Walk)
Hmm, Hellcat came with a exhaust
Switched out on me, must be lost
KTB, Kodak the boss
Candy paint Maybach, it gloss
Your bitch in here, she gettin' tossed
Baguettes on my neck, look like frost
I'm bussin' checks in the office
I play defense and offense
Run up, you get stepped on, I'm a demon, I throw crosses
Run down with my vest on, no such thing as being too cautious
I took all my losses to the chin and then I charged it
Fresh out of prison, I'm already spinnin', I'm right back where I started
.223s in the cartridge
5.56s and switches
Ain't sparin' none of you bitches
Want sympathy, ain't gettin' it from me
My niggas love me, it ain't 'bout the money 'cause they get to spinnin' for free
I'm from the city, no pity, lil' nigga went missin' the other day, he was just three
(Walk) I'm a big stepper, I drip when I walk
I'm bringin' pressure, they run when I walk
I kicked the bitch out the Jeep, told her, "Walk"
Yeah, I jump on these beats and I walk
Slide, keep on slidin' (Walk)
Opps just keep on dyin' (Walk)
Spin 'round, spin 'round (Walk)
Step down, step down (Walk)
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk in
Picked up a bag when I walked in
I fucked this bitch, now the nigga keep stalkin' my page
I got too many options to make
I fuck all of my bitches the same
Turned in the Jag for a Range
I did the Dash like Dame
She see my wrist and say, "Dang"
Audemars fresh out the pan
Water whippin', walkin' 'round the kitchen with the pot right in my hand
Walk, step, slide, spin
Ain't no perc, five, ten
Big size rim
My cousin walkin' taught me this
Don't even lie, I walk
What you call that? It wasn't even my fault
One point five in the vault
I'm on the blogs anytime that I talk
Thirteen cars but I'm still gon' walk
And I'm on lean today
Now they got behind me, they didn't even chase
They don't fuck with me 'cause they know they can't
(Walk) I'm a big stepper, I drip when I walk
I'm bringin' pressure, they run when I walk
I kicked the bitch out the Jeep, told her, "Walk"
Yeah, I jump on these beats and I walk
Slide, keep on slidin' (Walk)
Opps just keep on dyin' (Walk)
Spin 'round, spin 'round (Walk)
Step down, step down (Walk)
Spin lyrics - Kodak Black
Damn, Tye, you made this bitch, too?
The fuck got into you?
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Steppin' and slidin', run down on opps
I got niggas hidin' from they own damn block
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Walkin' and slidin' and steppin' and spinnin'
And standin' on bitches and standin' on business
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walkin' on beats, got Dior on my feet
Givenchy my freaks, so these hoes on my meat
Spin you in Benz since you reppin' your Z
Steppin' from me so you steppin' for free
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Let me see 'em when you walk
Let me see 'em when you walk
Let me see 'em when you walk
Let me see 'em when you walk
Let me see 'em when you step, step, step
Show the people how you step, step, step
Let me see how you walk
Let me see how you slidin'
Let me see how you walk, like you ain't got no ride
Let me see how you walk
Let me see how you walk (Can't leave with it)
Let me see how you walk (On the scene with it)
SG business
Slidin' with my niggas, we gon' slide
I'ma slide, he gon' slide and we slidin' with the iron
Nigga, slide, where your gun, nigga?
Everybody rhyme, when we slidin'?
Where you from, nigga? We don't even mind
It's the vibe, nigga
Palm Beach, Dade County, Broward
This the vibe, niggas
Bah-huh-rra-rra-brra-brra
Everybody walk, step, slide
Bra, brra
Everybody opps gotta die
Let me see 'em when you walk
Let me see 'em when you walk
Let me see 'em when you walk
Let me see 'em when you walk
Let me see 'em when you step, step, step
Show the people how you step, step, step
Walkin' and slidin' and steppin' and spinnin'
And standin' on bitches and standin' on business
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walkin' on beats, got Dior on my feet
Givenchy my freaks, so these hoes on my meat
Spin you in Benz since you reppin' your Z
Steppin' from me so you steppin' for free
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Steppin' and slidin', run down on opps
I got niggas hidin' from they own damn block
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Ammunition lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. NFL Tuewop)
[Kodak Black:]
I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders
Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now, in the studio, chillin'
I'm rockin' VLONE and the V stands for very vicious
I got the grip, I got the whips, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips, I'm havin' ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play it, I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit
This an AR, but I hit a nigga close distance
In the middle of the KR, 'cause I'm comfortable when I'm in the trenches
I can eat or spend a band or I'ma spend a ticket
But either way, a nigga play, then he fuckin' get it
I'm a snipe, I get my man or his necessary
Me and Syk, jumped out the bands, went to jumpin' fences
And we ski's with the reas', all black dickin'
Fuck you mean? I got Zs, we in Mississippi
Don't get yolked, we'll rope a nigga, like we linchin'
This that smoke that make you choke and leave niggas twitchin'
I got four-wheelers and Benji's, Rovers and Bentleys
I'm gon' stand over a nigga, let him see me grinnin'
Three-hundred a show and spent a hundred on the pendant
Just ten minutes ago and I be already bendin'
I'm gon' light me somethin' up, this ain't no fuckin' image
You know they call me Kodak, I might fuck around and film it
I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders
Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now, in the studio, chillin'
I'm rockin' VLONE and the V stands for very vicious
I got the grip, I got the whips, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips, I'm havin' ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play it, I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit
[NFL Tuewop:]
Make a nigga bend before you kill him, that shit a tradition
Blood in my eyes, on vulture mode, she fuckin' with my vision
I ain't droppin' no water, I'ma slang this dope and chase 'em out, it's tennis
And we strictly headshots, ARP blow off the nigga fitted
Bendin' blocks, sell a nigga dope, like a Jehovah witness
Lil' Tuewop, livin' life like a stripper, on all these poles, keep titties
The boss say it's smoke, we slice your throat, real cutthroat committee
Hollow dug in his face, ate 'em, ew, ew, gave him a buck fifty
We got armed and pills around, hella ammunition
Kidnappin' niggas in broad day, you know this shit get wicked
Done before this honor, mob ties, forever stand on business
Still in souls, thief in the night, reaper of the trenches
[Kodak Black:]
I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders
Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now, in the studio, chillin'
I'm rockin' VLONE and the V stands for very vicious
I got the grip, I got the whips, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips, I'm havin' ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play it, I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit
Hop Out Shoot lyrics - Kodak Black
Never pick and choose
And I'm 5'2''
(Carl Paul)
When I ain't in the stu'
That smoke go down whoever throat, you heard?
(Load it up, Carl)
Ride the four-wheelers and go bowlin' when I ain't in the stu'
That smoke go down whoever throat, I never pick and choose
I'm 5'7", I walked in, she standin' 5'2"
She asked me what I like to do, I told her, "Hop out, shoot"
Ayy, hop out, shoot, hop out, then shoot
Funny how you liked on me and now I'm feelin' you
We hop out, then shoot, we hop out, then shoot
We poppin' out, then swingin' bitches out they sandals
Lot of you niggas finna die
I ain't tellin' no lie when I say we poppin' out, head up on sight
I see you, I'ma get to rockin' out
Tryna call, are you bitches sleep or somethin'?
I had chilled a fuckin' year out 'fore I knocked 'em all, lil' daddy ain't even seen it comin'
I'm drippin' like last Sunday
I just took off with a chicken like last Monday
I be tryna change, but sometimes look like I'm runnin' from it
I like her now, but once I get her, I'm on another woman
I went oranges on the Dunks, I got the butter for it
If a nigga call out smoke, I'm comin', runnin' to it
I ain't gon' lie, you make me feel good on a murder song
I told lil' shawty, "Ho, you probably never goin' home"
I told Boosie, "I caught a few bodies lookin' up to you"
I told Plies, "Every time you rapped that shit, I went to go do it"
We probably beef, but we SG, that mean we tight, alright?
I walked from GA, stole the car comin' from Powell Heights
Sometimes we fight, but when it's war, we come together though
We come together
We hop and we shoot, we go there with whoever, zoe
We go wherever, it's whatever
Say it
Ride the four-wheelers and go bowlin' when I ain't in the stu'
That smoke go down whoever throat, I never pick and choose
I'm 5'7", I walked in, she standin' 5'2"
She asked me what I like to do, I told her, "Hop out, shoot"
Hop out and shoot
Ayy, hop out, shoot, hop out, then shoot
And how 'bout you? Baby, what you and your friends do?
Pop out, shoot, hop out, shoot, he love run and gun
When I finally see Petey, you know it's done, done, done
As soon as shorty took me back, went and ran the game to her
She say she give me chance, don't do her like a lame do her
These niggas always keep callin' when they needin' somethin'
My older bitch keep cookin' for me and cleanin' for me
Walk 'em down, a hundred rounds, fully with a switch
Bullets shootin' quick, we back down any niggas who come 'round this bitch
Everybody say they demon time, but I move with grace
I'm a righteous reaper, a good nigga, but I'll eat your face
I was on twenty Percs before the end of the day
Straight up, nigga turned his back on me, I left him on his face
Don't make me get in your house and wake up in your place
This the longest I been out and I ain't catch a case
I know I'm never finna go back to the pain and suffering
Or sharin' a cell with a nigga and having to smell each other
I'ma wipe a whole generation out 'bout my brother
A nigga wanna bring the crazy out me, try my brother
Kutthroat Barbie lyrics - Kodak Black
Bae, you gon' have to decide if you can handle bein' with a thug nigga like me
Know as far as my lifestyle, I try keep certain lil' shit away from you
But you gon' have to be a big girl and hold a nigga down, no matter what
It's never gon' be easy cheffin' with a nigga who love the streets
Times I can't be reached
I'm out handlin' shit that need to be dealt with, no questions asked
But at the end of the day, I'm all 'bout my money and I love you
I know you love me
This for you
I'm sendin' tucci to the feds like I'm FedEx
I'm tryna push up, tryna have you on bedrest
I be wantin' to spend time, but I don't find the time to
I'm tryna hide you where nobody can find you
Pull up to the studio, I'm tryna fuck somethin'
I'm steady ridin' 'round strapped, I'm tryna bust somethin'
Any rapper jump in your DMs, bae, just know it's smoke
These bitches hatin', they see my love for you way different
We by ourselves, nobody else, not even the gang with me
For you, I'd cross over the sea, you where I wanna be
Every time we freak, you have my sheets like the Muckalee
You ain't gon' keep out the trenches, bae, so stop trippin'
I'm never puttin' down my fire, so don't even try
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop mollies
I'm in the 'yo with Rock Gotti
Golden Acres projects
Right now, it's a block party
I don't even drive the 'Rari
I'm in a bulletproof Caddy, rather safe than sorry
Even though these niggas ain't gon' play
They know I'm dingy, I be steppin' everyday
Any nigga jump in your DM, make sure you tell me, bae
'Cause you my cutthroat Barbie
I had you layin' at a party for a nigga drop
I know you ridin' without a doubt, you doin' shit you never did before
So 'bout this love, I swear to God, I'ma tear the city up
Let's start a business up
We slide, you got my glizzy tucked
In your purse, you hold my Percs, you been through worse, you need a Bentley truck for that
I know it's other hoes out here, but bae, you everything for Yak
No matter what we go through, you promise this shit forever stay intact
At the baby shower for your people, knew right there when I seen you, it's gon' be you and me next
I started roundin' up my pieces and bust you down a piece, hope these credit cards gleesin'
I was watchin' you dance, it's your walk, it's your stance, you make all this look easy
You break me down to my knees, turn my pawn to a queen, turn my pawn to a queen, yeah
I'm a real king
Turn my pawn to a queen
You bring me down to my knees
Turn my pawn to a queen
Cutthroat Barbie, you
At The Cross lyrics - Kodak Black
(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
All this life I'm livin', all this life I'm livin'
Got me crazy, this shit got me crazy
(Let me hear it, let me hear it)
All this life I'm livin' got me crazy
Why you drive the droptop when it's rainin'?
How you put an O in front of the Range?
In a orange Rover, peel out, switchin' lanes
All this gunpowder fuckin' up my brain
Life done took a toll on me, it changed me
Got a nigga walkin' 'round here, actin' strange
I left my birds at the cross and went to Haiti
Three crosses on my face, they wanna hang me
I tripple-crossed a nigga, yeah, I'm shady
Yeah, them niggas can't relate, 'cause they ain't smart enough
Yeah, everythin' I do, it be for all of us
Got a Zoe flag on the Maybach truck, bendin' corners
Got too much money to be still jumpin' out of Lamb' Rovers
Too much shooters to be still jumpin' out shootin'
I turned a Kodak moment to a whole movement
And you niggas can't get close to me, I'm inaccessible
Keep every conversation brief as an ethical
I left all my partners, because I out-grew them
I left all my problems and moved to Wyoming
They dropped by my eyes, they ain't a tear, it's a blood
Faced all of my fears even though I ain't scared of nothin'
Earned everythin' because I came from the slums
Can't show me what's the meanin' to your love
Tell me while I'm still here, hittin' the bottom feeders
Left my birds at the cross hair
But throwin' cautions at the window
Ain't no crossin' 'bout business, I ain't taking no more losses
Say Haitian boy Kodak, uh, I love my auntie, my niece
Run up in the projects, thuggin' by the Chinese store
That was uncle, auntie and them, he might try to call them
Thirteen on the molly's, tryna steal the violence
My mama couldn't hold me, she sat me down to Mustang
My dad a droptop Toyota, felt just like a Corvette
Every bitch I stick my dick in, they said they wanna repeat
Freezing My Pinky lyrics - Kodak Black
(AB)
(D-Roc)
Jumped out the jet and took me a flight
Nothin' ain't real, everything got a price
Fuck a bad bitch, better talk to me nice
I'ma keep steppin' on niggas for life
Smoke grey chop out an all-black Demon
Play like you mad, I'ma start back cheatin'
Been wanted out, I just needed a reason
Still in a drought, I can freeze up my pinky
Can't let her go, she owe me a kid
I need support, can you ride my big?
Nah, I ain't gay, but, I split some wig
On a chill day, I'm still gon' slay
If I don't come back, how the bills gon' pay?
Think about that 'fore you hate on me
I'm in the club with a shank on me
Stripper say, "Kodak, come rain on me"
Just rain on me
Just rain on me
Tank on E, but, I'm drunk as a F
I'm a big stepper, I rob by myself
See opp, hot pot, then, I step
Bet you been miserable me since I left
No, no you can't have my wealth
Louis V, all-white belt
I snatch off [?]
She dancin' with me, wanna mary a Devil
Hy heart on my sleeve, but, I need to be careful
Nigga just showin' me love 'cause he stressed out
They know on God there ain't nothin' to bless
Fuck the weak shit, I done finally got better
Niggas don't know why I cried in my Tesla
They forget how many times that you helped them
Now, they think they better, now, you got to stretch 'em
Blood in the streets like he flooded my bezel
Murder man, murder man, murder man, yeah
I been at this shit, I age well
Baby snipers, I raised them
My iPhone recognise me with my ski-mask, I'm a whole 'nother goon
Turn up at the back all night, on Z class, I won't make it to school
Jumped out the jet and took me a flight
Nothin' ain't real, everything got a price
Fuck a bad bitch, better talk to me nice
I'ma keep steppin' on niggas for life
Smoke grey chop out an all-black Demon
Play like you mad, I'ma start back cheatin'
You ain't my nigga, I know you a leecher
Pick yo' dilemma, you nothin' but a skeezer
Switchin' out rentals, you know that I creep
None of you nigga ain't not in my reach
Fuck with Lil Kodak, you know I'ma eat (Yeah)
Yeah, and the smoke come free
Been blowin' the Benz all this week
Dirty my hands, clean the gun with bleach
Them niggas got a lil' fee, but, they ain't on me
Jumped out the jet and took me a flight
Nothin' ain't real, everything got a price
Fuck a bad bitch, better talk to me nice
I'ma keep steppin' on niggas for life
Smoke grey chop out an all-black Demon
Play like you mad, I'ma start back cheatin'
Been wanted out, I just needed a reason
Still in a drought, I can freeze up my pinky
Bad Man lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Prince Swanny)
[Kodak Black:]
Sexin', passion, she red and she classy
But she can get sassy too
I'm ahead of fashion, I pop ecs' and chase the dragons
I'm never late for the action
And me fi tell you Kodak Black is a bad man
Make mills, set, hope you expecting this reaction
He call for wreck, drive down, TEC get to blast, son
No, no, for ten, let it ring, got his men and them too
I'm on the scene, like what you mean? Like what's happenin' in the food
On the spot, I see a opp, I'm takin' action right there
'Pon the place, 'pon the place
It's okay, I'll be the bad guy
I'm a good nigga, but they'll never tell you that lie
[Prince Swanny:]
When you rollin' with the Z, you know we so fly
All about the money, baby, know this Tek life, yeah
All the memories still live from me in school
Baby, me and you used to stick together like glue
Wonder what happened in the mix when things grew
But it's never too late to give you designer boo, yeah
Rollin' with the Z (Z)
The gyal a the evil, no worry
Strap down 'pon me lap, that she a see
Circle 'pon the ends, hail the evil heads
Ever have the chopper 'pon me lap because me nah fi know them
If them nah say Z, then we a fi show them
Gyal a want fi give me brain when me damn rollin'
Every gyal a say Z
Step with my fresh Nike
Them pussy boy can't friend me
Step like every night
Yeah, we do it right
Weh we a fi say Z
But gyal you a fi be me wifey
Or do you prefer be the sidey?
Gyal you a be the side or a be the wife
Yeah, yeah
Silencer lyrics - Kodak Black
(Expensive)
Kutthroat Bill, Kutthroat Bill, yeah
KTB, nigga
Kutthroat business
Yeah, yeah
Go in all the opps' bios, ayy, we been feelin' on we long lives
We been steppin' for this whole year
Back to back smack, I got no chill
I go get dirty in designer gear
Hop out, pop a thirty, ain't talkin' 'bout a pill
Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears
I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid
And I'ma keep it a brick
I got the itch 'cause I popped me a glitch
Robin Jeans, I had to rob for a fit
Don't like how these niggas be talkin', he sis
Back to back, droppin' hits
They can't keep up, the Scat Pack got the kit
Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch
Silencer on the stick
I tried to kill me a nigga on his birthday
I just want twenty-five bodies for Christmas
Popped too much Percs with the water, I'm pissy
We just found him, but he still end up missin'
I put the bag on the bitch, that's a fifty
I pull up crashin' on shit, that's collision
Oh, it's a bag on this shit? What's the total?
I pull up crashin' on shit, that's a total
This what we reppin', dog, this what we steppin' 'bout, KTB, Lauderkill, bitch, Pompanolia
Swap out a hip, cross a bitch nigga over
Rock out and hit, take his arm off his shoulder
Bae, come over, what you say? Let's do lunch
Come and let me shoot this nut in your gut
Muffler on the cutter, everybody hush
I swing that Blackout, this bitch like a punch
I'ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at, if play, there you lay was a person
I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs, I should just turn to a Perky
I'ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at, if play, there you lay was a person
I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs, I should just turn to a Perky
I'm tryna kill me a fuck nigga grandma, I'm tryna break me a fuck nigga heart
Pop out, I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art
Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer, all I remember three hots and a cot
Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza, ran so much M's up, I know there's a God
I'm tryna kill me a fuck nigga grandma, I'm tryna break me a fuck nigga heart
Pop out, I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art
Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer, all I remember three hots and a cot
Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza, ran so much M's up, I know there's a God
Go in all the opps' bios, ayy, we been feelin' on we long lives
We been steppin' for this whole year
Back to back smack, I got no chill
I go get dirty in designer gear
Hop out, pop a thirty, ain't talkin' 'bout a pill
Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears
I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid
And I'ma keep it a brick
I got the itch 'cause I popped me a glitch
Just to get high, he gon' rob for a fit
You jump in this ride, better know how to shift
Back to back, droppin' hits
They can't keep up, the Scat Pack got the kit
Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch
What? Silencer on the stick
Closure lyrics - Kodak Black
When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worst
Keep yo' niggas out they feeling's when they're joce
You can't have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt
When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worst
Keep yo' niggas out they feeling's when they're joce
You can't have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt
Put the pen to paper for you every time like a verse
Outta everybody you call, you know I'm pulling up first
Hittin' licks outta town just to triple up the worth
I always stood my ground and put it down on the turf
Long nights on the block selling rocks I rehearsed
Got a cutlass dropped the top just so I can have a vert
Every year around this time we'd be all on the curb
Cold as fuck outside long john under our shirt
Break bread with the family, you felt you had to be first
Everybody happy you want to be happier
You know what's coming next, spent your block in a hearse
Been put in front of the x, like that fire I immerse
Just sent pictures to Flippa, that's my nigga we can't forget him
Nobody check for Cool but I still tell him that we miss him
I'm still chasing the dream that we had when we were children
Lil nigga serving fiends, got the studio in the kitchen
I was just in elementary my momma start bitchin'
Cause everybody told her I was heading to penitentiary
Im outside with guns, real young in the club around drugs
Coming home smelling like I was just fishing
All my big cousins used to always come and get me
I was looking up to them and they the ones who wanna be with me
You moved to the hood and fell in love with the trenches
Saw the love that I had and ever since you wanna steal it
Everything that we did, you was always in competition
But I included you in every move, was never stingy
With my plays, always made a way for you to be in position
First chance you had you got a bag, you turned yo back and dissed me
When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worst
Keep yo' niggas out they feeling's when they're joce
You can't have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt
When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most
But they don't know you really ten times worst
Keep yo' niggas out they feeling's when they're joce
You can't have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt
I love you but my heart telling me to hate you
You wanted me to be in jail tryna chase you
It ain't 'bout what you do, it's how you did it
You can't have you dawg in prison in his feelings
Switching numbers on me like you don't want me with it
And we talked about everything but the business
I ain't get a sentence from you since my sentence
But on the streets, everybody thinking you the realest
Cause you screaming free me and SG on ya pendant
Even though I ain't need it, you could've sent ya dawg a penny
Got bro nem sending pictures of you like nigga why you ain't send it
Of course that shit impressive but right now it don't impress me
Yeah that shit look cool but it's some shit we ain't addressing
You know you owe me money, I don't want no pictures of you flexing
When it was my time to ride, I held it down, you ain't gotta question it
I told you if I'm yo' nigga why the hell you got me in here guessing
On top of that I'm stressing, police jumping on me
You supposed to send words of encouragement to yo' homie
You know if it weren't for me nigga, yo' lil' bitch ass would've been homeless
You made sure you paid them cracka's, I guess it's different when you owe me
Fuck the check it's 'bout respect, it's 'bout the principle, the loyalty
It ain't never 'bout no money, I threw a hundred in the ocean
I ain't even gotta go on and say everything I did cause you was there
Every, you know what I'm sayin, you was there
You was there as in everything I did for you, you remember
You could, you could feel like you and somebody cliqued tight but, you know along the way everybody grow up and have kids of they're own and go through different shit
You know things change, people change, feelings change
You might be away for some time and yo' dawg out here
You know what I'm sayin'?
And by time you jump out, yo' dawg go in
You know years go by to where you be like ya'll done spent all this time away from each other to the point y'all don't really know each other
You can't even say y'all know each other like that
You know what I'm sayin'?
We just know we was dawgs but its like you know
Over awhile you got to get to know me all over again
I'm agreeing with different shit, you agreeing with different shit
Sometimes people's perspective change
I see you, I'ma smack the shit out you, jit
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Smack yo' bitch ass
Yo' mama know (On gang)
I'm Off That lyrics - Kodak Black
Closure
Yeah 'cause after this lil' EP, I ain't mentioning the fuck nigga, you heard?
(100% Juicee)
You can't say I don't love you bae, I just cheat a lot
Nigga, come give me a hug, fuck what beefin' 'bout
'Cause if you let it sit too long, then the relation rot
But I'll accept the apology that I never got
All this time you was tweetin' I never said nothin'
The only reason that hurt me 'cause you meant something
But you don't care about the label, the brand we put on our back
'Cause if you did, you wouldn't have never let it get like that
You'd never let it get this far 'cause you know I love to take it far
Last time you came around the way, they sent some shells through your car
You'd rather die, then to apologize?
Put your pride to the side, send my damn money
After all I did, you feel like you ain't gotta give me nothin'?
Nigga feel like he don't owe me nothin'?
I was hollerin' at the fam, they was tellin' me your plans
If I don't wanna be your friend, you just gon' argue on the 'Gram
And right after Wiz died, you went to linkin' up with Wam and postin' police shit like I did it
I don't know why sometimes, it look like the people believe you
To the point, it have me second-guessing, like am I trippin'?
If I agree with you, we'll both be wrong
You want me to stay behind, while you movin' on
Sittin' in prison nigga, I couldn't even call your phone
You was in your feelings, when you heard that I was comin' home
You told Pooh, Trump shoulda never let me out 'cause I ain't even have that long
And you made a post sayin', they should send me back, talkin' 'bout a nigga a clone
Even my enemies, I never wanna see 'em roped
I don't wish prison on a nigga, I just bring smoke
You told Pooh, if I was still in prison, shit'll be different, shit'll be lit, like a lil' bitch-ass nigga
Nigga, I'm the one put niggas in them shit bags, nigga
Nigga, I'm the one, got niggas scared of the set
Ol' poor-ass nigga, you can have that petty-ass check
How you file a lawsuit on me? Bitch, you owe me
This shit wild, there wasn't nothin' like this in the pen' at all
But I was so deep down, betrayal was in your heart
Y'know, fallin' back from the 'Gram and things
Y'know 'cause sometimes I feel like I gotta respond to everything
I try to explain, but I sound stupid
I ain't good with my words, so I talk through music
Y'know, I recovered and I remembered that I still ain't forgive or forget
And I realized my happiness depend on me, closure
(100% Juicee)
They Fear Me lyrics - Kodak Black
I'm thinkin' 'bout quittin' rappin', tell the truth, I'm never happy
The politics come with the shit, be makin' me feel like snappin'
They hidin' all my music, so I don't get too many views
I'm still doin' my thing, but it don't do what it used to do
They only show support to you in public, when it's cool
So they hidin' all they love for you in private
I keep it too real, they fear me, I want the world to hear me
I know Lil Boosie, Tory Lanez, and DaBaby feel me
They try to mute the real niggas who voicin' they opinion
But I'm realer than the realest, so they gon' have to take me serious
And if you don't give me this Grammy, I'ma steal it
I've been nominated nine times, I'ma need me one of them bitches
Got Cardi B money, I could've did a song with Nicki
I missed out on a lot of opportunity, let's get it
Bringin' street shit in the business, every day another killin'
Meetin' new niggas, but I can't believe they livin' how I'm livin'
So I don't really be feelin' 'em
I've been distant from my niggas, tryna get me together
They ain't benefitin' me, but they just want me to help 'em
Take my losses by myself, but when I'm winnin', we winnin'
Can't believe I made it out, they really want my position
It's like the come-up was more funner, you can still hear the hunger
I still be hangin' where I hung up, shootin' dice in the gutter
'Member beefin' with my brothers in the same house, barely talked
I figured out, dawg, all we got is each other
Bringin' pain to my mama and we already poor
Wonderin' why we gotta struggle, evictions on the door
Lost a lot and lost some more, I got it bad
Gotta raise my children straight, but I ain't never had a dad to learn from
I'm a baby with three babies, they got Ms in they savings
Why I gotta kill myself to make these people embrace me?
Rappers passin' it, I'm busy doin' calendars
Makin' up for all the time I lost, so I'm sittin' in the canister
X&O's lyrics - Kodak Black
I love you unconditionally, you cut off my air supply
And that is why, tonight I write my eulogy
Who I used to be before I died, a sniper guy
SG out of anything, I'll put it on anything
SG over everything, I'm pickin' sides
However all this death shit go, bury me in Burberry attire
Forever fly
I'm sendin' over Xs and Os
'Cause you know you forever my sniper
And I can't lie
I poured my love down the toilet, I flushed it
Plain Jane my watch, when I ordered it, I busted it
I shut off from the world, sometimes, they don't deserve the vultures
Sometimes I feel like they don't deserve my vibe
I protect my heart with this TEC and some violence
I should take my next therapy session on an island
Somewhere I could be all alone, so I could hear my God a lil' better
I'm going down a rocky road, just tryna put this puzzle together
"Kodak, can I get a picture?" Can't you see pain?
Walking with my head down, today's not the day
Don't want to make eye contact, they might see shame
I don't give a damn, I'll get my dawg whacked, they should know not to play
I was holdin' onto memories from back in the day
I was givin' niggas my energy, for it just to be drained
I was goin' off the autopsy of my heartbreak
I realize what you meant to me, now that my only choice is to miss you
Ain't askin' for no sympathy, I'ma make my heart cry with this pistol
I tried to give you symphony, you lettin' it all out like a missile
Just lookin' at my history, think 'bout everything that I been through
'Bout me, they take a risk for free ('Bout me, they take a risk for free)
Get reimbursed with this pistol
'Bout lil' Flippa I take a risk for free ('Bout lil' Flippa I take a risk for free)
Got get reimbursed with this pistol
And however all this death shit go, bury me in Burberry attire (Gang shit)
I'm sending over Xs and Os
'Cause you know you forever my sniper (Gang shit)
I'm going down a rocky road
I'm living on a-
I'm living on a rocky road
I'm living on a rock-
I need closure
Dependent on this Glock, for sure
I'm giving all I got, you know (That gang shit)
Gang shit
Some Time Away lyrics - Kodak Black
(Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it)
I love you but I don't trust you
I love you but I don't trust you
You've broken our bonds of trust
My nigga my Z you cut me deep way deeper than us
And dealing with this betrayal gotta be able to be tough
You put the blame on me like I'm the reason for all this stuff
I was thinking, maybe I'm overthinking
Like is it me, or maybe I'm going crazy
The emotions that resulted from this shit got me angry
I'm holding back from raging, coping with medication that ain't prescribed to me
I'm dealing with confusion cause you lied to me
I can't, comprehend what's happening
They ain't comprehend what's happening
More pain, on top of all the pain I've been battling
You know I need you more than anything
Lonely
I can't get a good vibe from anyone, I can't find a good time anywhere
Loneliness cause it's nobody's fault except for mine
Why should I expect everyone else to help me cry
The truth ain't set me free yet so people believe I'm lying
I'm a murderer, they show me no sympathy
Lately, I'm realizing my insecurities
Sometimes, I even question myself
Like am I worth for people to love me and to care
'Cause obviously you felt like I ain't worthy
We having sex while you were pregnant with my baby just to hurt me
I hate you
Ashamed I feel like I'm the one to blame
I'm ashamed I let you treat me like a lame
Fuck this fame, I won't repeat this if I could change it
I be trappin', I was happy back on Z st in the rain
Need to take some time away
Need to give my mind a break
Let Me Know lyrics - Kodak Black
Yeah
Out of sight, you're out of mind, you're out of luck, it's like nobody even care if you be 'round
Why I fall off with my niggas when I'm up? Why nobody stand up for me when I'm down?
You back in jail and this time they say you stuck, everybody laughin' at you like a clown
Why the only time you hate me when I'm up? And why the only time you love me when I'm down?
Why I lost best new artist to Khalid, 2017?
We all knew that should've been me
But I never hated, I congratulated
Shit, at least I was nominated
But if Cardi B win, then I won too
I do it for the real niggas 'cause I'm one too
The fact I made it out the shit that they be goin' through
Will make 'em feel like if I win, then they won too
Lil' buddy got popped, some niggas in the squad too
And why them niggas turned around and say they know it's you?
Keep it real, why the hell I wanna harm you?
When everything I drop, they said they wanted part two
I heard his Benz got dropped and they went and point you
I'm like, "Man, how the fuck I'm behind bars too?"
And I'm writin' these bars behind bars too
Lookin' at the TV like, "Damn, that could've been all you"
I wanna be front and center at the awards too
I wanna be countin' skrilla and livin' large too
Hoppin' out rentals and switchin' cars too
Sippin' Don P with my niggas and flippin' broads too
I guess I'm too gangster to win a Grammy
And only the gangsters could understand me
Niggas who live by the code, we speak the same language
They love to hear me flow, I speak that shit fluent
Yeah, if I was you, I would've killed me and you knew it
You had a chance and you blew it
Kodak, why you always got pain in your music?
I be feelin' like I gotta sing to get through it
Why these niggas always sound the same in they music?
Rappin' 'bout they money and they chains in they music
Yeah, I be duffin', road runnin', got this rental here from Hertz
I'm conditioned, trained myself to stay authentic and be pure
I'm duffin', road runnin', got this rental here from Hertz
Conditioned, trained myself to stay authentic and be pure
They wanna see me die, wanna see me cry, they wanna see me smirk
Yeah, my nigga died, but it ain't hurt
Yay, I love my nigga baby daddy, ayy
I know he just wanna see me happy, oh
I'm walkin' up out the feds like, "Is you ready?" Yeah
I'm stackin' up all this bread, I made a sandwich, yeah
They wanna see me dead, they wanna see me menaced, yeah
My mama told me, "Baby, keep it steady," yeah
"Stop postin' on the corner like you average," yeah
"You ain't no regular nigga, you got status now"
Wrecked the Porsche, then I pulled up in an Aston, ayy
She keep smokin' dick 'cause she an addict, yeah
I'ma keep her 'round 'cause she got talent, yeah
I came home twenty-one 'cause I'm a savage, yeah
If you ain't tryna keep me, let me live, if you ain't tryna stay, then let me go
Before you let me head in these streets, you should go ahead and let me know
I just want for you to let me know, son, lately, I ain't really been too sure
Ayy, I just want for you to let me know son, I just want for you to let me know
Back For Everything lyrics - Kodak Black
(Buddha blessed this beat)
(Ayy, hey, Mondo)
Ayy, ayy
I'm back for everything, you heard me? (Yeah)
Yeah
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit
Check my ring, I'm ballin' with my wrist
I'm back for everything I ever missed
Yeah, I been gettin' paper ever since
I ran up out of that cage like I'm a pit
Yeah, double up gang, but I ain't talkin' Rick Ross
Uh, double up gang, I took that shit from Wiz
Rest in peace my nigga, but it's his fault
The way you let them kill you like a jitt
Talkin' to Wam, you sayin' the same, did you like a lame
You ain't give a damn, there up in chains and I was already in pain
VVS chain, P.F. Chang, eat out with my main
Droppin' chains at Johnny Dang, bustin' down my fangs
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit
Ayy, zoolin' at the house, fuckin' with TikToks
Yeah, I been goin' viral with my jitts
Yeah, my gun got a drum, I call this motherfucker hip-hop
Hop out the car, tear up a nigga hip
Paralyzed from waist down, that was 'posed to be your homie
Every time I'm in H-Town, I suppose I drink some codeine
Christian Louboutin, steppin' red bottom like my toes bleed
My daddy never spent no time with me, still bought him a Roley
I ain't even in my prime, but a young nigga on top
I ain't even twenty-five, spent quarter million on a watch
Back for everything that's mine and everything I forgot
And everything that I lost and everything to be got
And really, I want your spot
Ayy, forty goin' off, don't make no pitstop
Bustin' down the E-way with my bitch
Why you steady schemin'? Boy, you rich now
'Cause I fell in love with hittin' licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don't tell her shit
Grinding All Season lyrics - Kodak Black
Ayy, yeah
I been vibin' for a reason (Reason, ayy)
I been grindin' all season (Season, ayy)
I been standin' away from leeches (Leeches, uh)
I been vibin' for a reason (Reason, ayy)
I been grindin' all season (Season, yeah)
I been standin' away from leeches
I bet you can never say you seen it
Hellcats, Demons, 'vertibles, 'Rari
Diamonds gleamin', vultures, zombies
Checkbooks, laptops, long-knife, fat Glock
Trap full of them Glocks, nigga
Backwood full of opps, nigga
Ain't gon' let it lock
I'm gon' stretch it 'til it lock, nigga
Play 'round on my top
You get checked in at the hospital
Niggas give me advice
Really want me on the block with 'em
Rap money come too fast
Ain't gotta invest in no stocks, nigga
I get every drop (Yeah), I get every drop
She been buyin' the dope so I long I give her extra every rock
I get every drop (Uh-huh), I get every drop
Mafioso shit, I'ma smoke a bitch
And then gon' play it raw
From Lil Haiti to the road
I play offense and defense
Baby, take yo' panties off
Oh, you ain't fuckin' then you leavin' (Leavin', ayy)
They ain't gotta know that we spin, we spin
Nigga, I been steppin' for a whole week span
If you Z'd up, keep it Z then
Pass me the stick, bet I'ma smell of tree branch
I'm in this bitch, I'm boppin' doin' my Z dance
Ho take- Ho take this dick, I'm fuckin' her while I'm DJ'ing
Bulletproof rifles, bitches goin' viral
Bought my girl a car but I ain't love, give no the title
Sniper not a idol, I'm all these rappers rivals
Pockets like a wire hole, I'm gon' need some lipo'
All these trends keep gettin' me rich
How many times has a nigga done this?
The opps get big, see me in here
Play with me you ain't leavin' this bitch
Birdhouse in the eye, bitches on my mind space
Zoolin' by the fi- Zoo- Zoo- Zoo- Zoolin' by the fireplace (Ayy)
I been vibin' for a reason (Reason, ayy)
I been grindin' all season (Season, ayy)
I been standin' away from leeches (Leeches, uh)
I bet you can never say you seen it
Hellcats, Demons, 'vertibles, 'Rari
Diamonds gleamin', vultures, zombies
Checkbooks, laptops, long-knife, fat Glock
Trap full of them Glocks, nigga
Backwood full of opps, nigga
Smackers lyrics - Kodak Black
(Got my beat from London)
Glee
Record label full of smackers, rap group with no rappers
I could get a nigga scratched
Call me daddy, she a bastard, come here baby, I'm yo' dad
Hundred K on a medallion, jeweler, he don't ever tax
Spend this shit and get it back
I don't like none of you rappers, snipe a nigga, how 'bout that?
Hunnids fallin' out my ass, put a nigga on they back
Project baby with no Similac, in the Caddy, but I never lack
My lil' nigga, he gon' handle that, I could get a nigga whacked
Fuck that lil' ho, she a nat-nat
I could get a nigga kidnapped, I could get a nigga snatched
I can do it by myself, I go do it by myself
You won't do it by yo' self, put a nigga on a shelf
Put a nigga on a rack
It ain't nun to go to jail, it ain't nun to get you killed
Ice on my neck when it melt, eat me up baby, right there
Fuck that lil' ho, she a heffer
Come here lil' baby, you special
Put that nigga on a stretcher, put that nigga on a shirt
It ain't nun to get you murked, hit a nigga where it hurt
Water on me like I burp, .40 on me, I be icy
Water on me, now she like me
I went to jail, you ain't write me
Check on your boy for the Nike
Check on yo' boy, this four hunna, I'm in the club with them gunners
That ain't my opp, he's a runner
Nigga say I shot his mama
I hit the stoe with a fitted cap, I hit yo' ho with no Jimmy mack
Don't drop that song, you ain't livin' that
I got your cubicals, get it back
Nigga ain't gettin' back shit
I played the cross like I'm Chris
Kodak the boss, yeah bitch
KTB, kill that boy, cutthroat
Walk in my room, it's a gun show
And I get high off the gun smoke, high off the meth
Better off fakin' yo' death than fakin' with me
You say you a steeper, then step
Record label full of gangstas, only vultures at the table
Bitch I'ma eat
You hit out the car with a Draco
Finesser, I'm makin' you pay for it, bitch get on feet
I had to dive in the deep, last time I snipe who I see, bodies be cheap
Kodak the one with the vision, I got my clique in position
They listen to me, got all kinda movement
I keep shooters for my shooters, in case them niggas wanna beef
Got two mansions, one on the beach
Two Bentleys, nun' of them of them leased
Two Benz's, Cullinan and Jeep
Who said they fuckin' with me?
The money been comin' with keys
I got a vault in the attic, I done went frosted the Patek
You can't even see the Philippe
On Everything lyrics - Kodak Black
I'ma put this on everything
Mm
Gotta be fuckin' Madonna or somethin'
You proud of me? I'm rockin' Prada this summer
Hidin' dope in my dreads
Crackers in my left lane, but I'm stayin' ahead
Even in the next life, I'm takin' this bread
I'ma be duckin' the fed time
Yeah, when everybody left me, I still had my dreads
I'd never cut 'em, but if I ever do, I'ma put 'em in the bed
She a thrill head and a pill head
Corona season, I finally could walk around with a mask
Ain't smokin' no weed, ain't drinkin' no lean, I'm payin' attention to the bag
Ain't poppin' no Percs, I'm stayin' alert, this money been comin' in fast
Got my heart in a cast, yeah
She dressin' up in her [?], she say [?]
I'm a rose gold with all your diamonds and accessories too
I know I'm an ugly-ass lil' nigga, but I look better with you
We puttin' the SG on everything for whatever we do
I keep a maid in some lingerie, got a see through roof
I know Lamar gon' win the Super Bowl, first bust to the chiefs
Everytime lil' Kodak in Detroit, I got the buffs on fleek
I'm keepin' Chelise and Chanel, I don't even care if she sleep
Bulgari diamonds in my hair, she like it more when it's neat
When you been through everything like me, don't nothin' seem that amazin'
Like all the realest niggas been takin' dick up the anus nowadays
Everybody wannabe gangsters nowadays
I've been controllin' my anger
Keep boogers in the face like I'm still a lil' baby
Hittin' donuts in the wraith, just left the 'yo with Lil Baby
Two babies on the way from two different ladies
That I knew back then way before I was famous
I was gettin' my dick sucked by Tierra and my mama told [?]
I killed me a nigga by Kiera, but she already know
I'm taxin' all my kids seven like I'm still sellin' dope
My people say they proud of me 'cause they been seein' my growth
I don't throw money, I left the playhouse throwin' racks out the door
I don't throw money, I'm at the bank house throwing racks on the floor
I love you in every form, I told you I ain't playing
Don't leave me, don't leave me, mami, let me know you're still praying
Yeah, this time, I want everything, need more money, more diamonds
This time, I want everything, I'ma guarantee that you smiling
Don't leave me, don't leave me, me, me, yeah, hold on, let me explain, yeah
I'ma put this on everything, I'ma put
Them niggas know they ain't Sniper Gang, that's on everything
I'ma kill a nigga 'bout a tennis chain, that's on everything
A million in [?] and that's on everything
I just want everything
Purple Stamp lyrics - Kodak Black
Free my nigga Julio
I dropped a purple Tesla, you who I do it for
Gave my dawg a life sentence, robbin' jewelry stores
He just want a Tesla truck, so I did it for 'em
(If you fuck with Murda, it's a homicide)
Make sure I send pictures to him behind the mall
I still got them purple stamps, I run with the murder camp
Ain't through with the Perkys yet, I'm still poppin' Perkys, I keep poppin' Perkys
Might fuck 'round and overdose
They gave up on fourth and goal
I was stressin' for twenty months
I came home and killed the ho, twenty-one
Twenty-one, bitch, I'm a savage, baby
Gucci on me like I'm Radric Davis
I put a stash in the 'frigerator
Hope they don't think they intimidatin'
Yeah, I might pull up with Becky G
I was rich, I was seventeen
They was callin' my destiny, you can go and ask Stephanie
She was callin' me pressure back when I was little
Even though they be hatin', they see the potential
My family big and I grew up 'round killers
Even though I'ma kid, I'ma go get my man
I hit the strip, I'ma fuck off some bands
I got me a lil' bitch, I don't fuck all my fans
R.I.P. Prince, I'm with purple like LJ
Fuck what you heard, I don't care 'bout no here say
She comin' like ándale
I want all my money, no under pay (Know I'm sayin'?)
I still got a purple stamp, I ain't goin' commercial yet
I still got a purple stamp, I ain't goin' commercial yet
Bought my brother a purple Lex', but he still got a white one too
Ain't no pump fakin', I'ma shoot (Know I'm sayin'?)
Gettin' back when I was in school
They say them lil' niggas be on the news
We gon' send a bitch on the news
Got a purple stamp on the door, purple stamp on the envelope
I'ma send him to state prison, encouragin' niggas behind the fences
Might put the penny on twenty-sixes
My baby girl panties be steady drippin'
They sleepin' on me, Martin Luther King
I only drink Belaire 'cause I get paid
My mama got amethyst on her chain
Smokin' the cannabis, keep me sane
Me and my dawg fucked the same thing
We lost our virginity seventh grade
So over you now, can't hear your name
I think Blue Nile is the best fragrance
I went gold on a purple Tesla
She inhaling my rich leather
Every time you see me, she be droolin'
I keep these lil' bitches drooling
Ain't passing, I'm getting greedy with this blunt
I'm living off fifty G's for this month (Yeah, yeah)
I'm living off fifty G's for this month
I'm smoking on caviar, eating on caviar
Whole pint of purple screens in the trunk
I still got them purple stamps, I run with the murder camp
Ain't through with the Perkys yet, I'm still poppin' Perkys, I keep poppin' Perkys
Might fuck 'round and overdose
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