Down N Out (Freestyle) lyrics - Kodak Black

 Kodak

Project baby and you know that

They say this beat dead (ghetto child)

Imma bring it back to life

And no this not my beat

I swear to god (project baby)

Yea I'm young and from the projects

Stolen cars, but I'm gettin money now, so I bought a jet

She want me to love her

Eat that pussy good

Slide it in her ass

But I'm not familiar with that

I'm not the student at the front seat of the class

Teachers pet a class clown, cuz I ain't go to class

Why go to school I know all I need to know and I'm gettin cash for gold money, so why should I pass now?

I'm sitting on a crate, chillin in the shade

Fresh cut, kodak fade, on my corner with them thangs

Come and getcho a pillow sack 5 for 20, I got nicks and dimes, whatcho want my zone high grade

She wit you, fade away

Money come everyday

You can get it anyway

See I'm gettin it everyway

Lil kodak, silly me I'm Mr. K

Where is my K

Super cold n save the day

I keep me fucking all these hoes

And I cant be making friends, imma be you foes

You don't know, they be hatin on the low

I'm that lil nigga from the know

That lil zone

I'll be polo to the floor

Boy don't act like you don't know

I came up shootin dice by the dope hole

Throwing looks to the youngest nigga I hear post it on the stove

Snatchin chains I fell in love with that gold

She be shiny, she so pretty, boy I love that hoe

My people be tryna tell me leave the streets alone

But they see I just wont listen, they say just let him go

They got me at runnin back and now I'm running them back

And koot say when I get older ill be running the sack

I'm that rachet chick baker rat maniac wheres that, pockets fat, hit my first slit I don't know how to act

Them crackers say I look like lil boosie

Plus I rock the boosie

They call me boosie

They say I'm so easy to catch

They say I'm ADHD, schizophrenic

My pistol panic

Get you'll be fine, get nervous, I can't handle it

Project baby and you know that I am him

My nigga found me, he was wit me shootin in the gym

I was settin him up for 3s, but I was scoring more then him

He wanted to be the team, grabbed my balls straight off the rim

My main bitch be trippin

She not my main, but the only reason she my main, cuz I don't got no other bitches

I be stolo, slidin foreign she be nervous when she in it

I be drivin on the molly's

I be rollin like a philly

Ghetto child post it wit that 9 like ibaka

Ugly corner jet forty cal hit you like aaron locker

Lil nigga, big ole pistol, I can't shoot no choppa

Rock designer fabric, I'm proud of florida like harry potta