201519971800 lyrics - Kodak Black

 Can I, baby? Can I, baby?

Can I, baby? Can I, baby?

I hope you ain't nothing like my old friends

Or any other women that I had

I know I'm better than your ex-boyfriend

Or any other niggas from the past

Can I take you where I learned the game from?

Show you why I act the way I act

Lately, I've been on a fucking marathon

Running to the motherfucking cash

I'm liking how you make a brother laugh

Can I come and get you in a Jag?

Then, hit it in the backseat of the Jag

Baby girl, I know you like my swag

'Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the fuck you want to be

I'm just so excited that I'm free

Sometimes, it be feeling like a dream

Can a young brother get some sleep?

Lately, I've been working over 3

Mama told me, "Son, I never hear from you"

Cook something, you don't even eat

Mama, I'm just trying to make a mil' for you

Put you in a condo on the beach

'Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the fuck you want to be

Why they just can't let a nigga be?

I've been busy, I've been doing me

Have you thinking I've been with the Zoe pound

Me and all my niggas come in deep

On the ground, young ten toes down

I can put a nigga on his feet

I caught the Audi, then I ran the check up

And, I ain't even been out here a week

Got my shooter playing hide and seek

Just in case you niggas try and creep

Everybody wanna be your friend now

Better watch the company you keep

Everybody got they fucking hand out

See you eating now they want a piece

Oh, that's Kodak Black, I've been hearing bout'

He the hottest nigga in the streets

If you love me, love a nigga deep

When you see me, what you really see?

To everybody else, I was a sour guy

But, I be treating you a little sweet

I'm so close to showing her my real side

Show this girl another side of me

I think we've been getting along real fine

You love it when I hit it on the beach

I've been working hard, ain't got no spare time

I can't even party on the week

I'm just trying to see where your head at

When you grow up, what you wanna be?

Run up on a nigga, where the bread at?

I be going ham for the cheese

I just wanna see all of my niggas home

They can't wait to get back on the streets

I just talked to Jackboy on collect phone

He told me he ain't trying to take the plea

For my niggas, I'll swim across the sea