Heart Of The Projects lyrics - Kodak Black
I'm stuck right now, I'm on my back right now
And then I see you, all fucked up and shit
You know heart problems, surgery and shit
I'm the oxygen and shit
(This temptation shit crazy though)
Shut up and take that deep knee
I'm the heart of the projects, hope I don't stroke
Over here we live in poverty, everybody broke
Over here it ain't no comedy, nah it ain't no joke
We just tryna make it out of it, they hanging us for rope
Never choke, young nigga sellin' dope
Young nigga smokin' poe
Kickin' door, jumped right out the post
Ready to cut your throat
Ready to let em go
Project baby, youngin' on the stroll
Sellin' coke, stressin', man we broke
Doctor check my pulse
In this a cold world
It's an icebox that's where my heart beat
I'm the last hope for my hood, I'm they heart beat
I ain't tryna flat line, they won't live without me
Golden acre boy free my nigga Greg Roundtree
Niggas played me dirty
Bitches played me dirty
Your niggas and your bitches, they'll leave you hurtin'
I just want a better life, I know I deserve it
The hood on life support and it's real urgent
And I'm fucked up bad, I need a real surgeon
Why they do ya boy bad? I'm a good person
I'm the one who gon' ride out like a derby
If you my nigga imma slide out with you lurkin'
Dye your nose, paranoia I be gettin' nervous
Had to wait the fourth quarter, I ain't have a jersey
Niggas dying everyday can't behave they self
Before you jump off the porch nigga take a step
(Nigga slow down)
I was just a litttle boy, had to raise myself
I was movin' too fast, had to pace myself
Paper chasin for that cash tryna race myself
You know a nigga like to spaz, had to take a breath
Sometimes I think I'm too much for myself
And I done cost a lot of hurt to my health
It'll make a nigga cry, all the pain I felt
While everybody fold up, I remain myself
I'm the heart of the projects, hope I don't stroke
Over here we live in poverty, everybody broke
Over here it ain't no comedy, nah it ain't no joke
We just tryna make it out of it, they hanging us for rope
Never choke, young nigga sellin' dope
Young nigga smokin' poe
Kickin' door, jumped right out the post
Ready to cut your throat
Ready to let em go
Project baby, youngin' on the stroll
Sellin' coke, stressin, man we poor
Doctor check my flow
I'm That Nigga lyrics - Kodak Black
[Intro - Kodak Black:]
Aye man let me get my rim on ice man
Let me get that check straight hunnids
Let me get my back in before i hit yo city, or i ain't going straight up, for real
I'm that nigga now man, I ain't in the projects shooting dice no more
I'm outchea doe, project baby heart of the projects man
You digg, mount up!
[Verse 1 - Kodak Black:]
Excuse me where my stylist?
Pop my collar please
Security, get these bitches off of me
Paparizzi love me I got lots of cheese
Instagram, Kodak black follow me
Really I be tricking nigga Halloween
I ate my veggies. Ma I'm healthy I smoke broccoli
Honestly, you mad that you proud of me
Kodak oxygen I got lots of cheese
All this Gualaby stuffed up in my my Robin jeans
Do it with no hands girl join my soccer team
Philosophy
Section 8 democracy
I rolled the dice and went to jail no monopoly
[Hook - Kodak Black:]
I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (don't get left)
Nigga should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail
Niggas on that groupie shit, they talking me to death
Fuck that bouji bitch you ain't got nothing go to hell
Damnit I don't know what's goin' through they fucking head
Once I get the deal I swear to god you niggas dead
OH so you that Kodak black nigga,huh?
You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one
I'M THAT NIGGA!
[Verse 2 - Kodak Black:]
Lil nigga pulling up in forgeiners
Jackboy right behind me where we slide they know it's us
I was on the 4 now I'm on 5 pour it up (lean, lean, lean, lean)
Kodak black performing live you know they showing up
Yea I got lil cool right here with his 40 tucked
I broke up with my coupe, I'm in love with rover trucks
Kodak you that nigga, I must admit, K you the man
Cause I got on my shit lil nigga running up the band's
Boy I need my bread, 'bout my cheese I go ham
I be on the mollys, ion fuck round with no Xans
Boy that work be roll come a couple I ain't playing
Boy i make them junkies smoke that dope right out the can
[Hook - Kodak Black:]
I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (don't get left)
Nigga should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail
Niggas on that groupie shit, they talking me to death
Fuck that bouji bitch you ain't got nothing go to hell
Damnit I don't know what's goin' through they fucking head
Once I get the deal I swear to god you niggas dead
OH, so you that Kodak black nigga,huh?
You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one
I'M THAT NIGGA!
CHOOSEN ONE!
(IM THAT NIGGA)
YOU THE GOLDEN ONE? STREETS SAY YOU THE CHOOSEN ONE!
IM THAT NIGGA!
Benji's lyrics - Kodak Black
I'm about to go and see the dentist ("diamonds! diamonds!")
Bout to go out lurkin' for them benji's ("hunnids! hunnids!")
In the jag, I'm splurging on you bitches ("skrr, skrr, skrr!")
Fuck a paragraph, they gave my dawg a sentence
Told her mind your fucking business ("mind your damn business!")
He don't know his bitch is in here trickin'
I've been catchin' flights, ain't catching feelings ("No, No, No!")
I pass her the molly, made her lick it
I told that bitch I really really want her
I-It took me so long to get her number ("so much time")
I told her please be with me, Imma cuff her ("please be mine")
I got her I just fucked her then I dumped her ("I fucking lied")
I'm the shit, call the motherfuckin' plumber
I'm a motherfucker, I will fuck yo momma
40 on me, I ain't got no time to rumble
A-all these pieces I can make my own puzzle
I'm from 18th street, I blow you like a bubble ("I will blow you up")
I don't take no shit, I get that from my momma
I won't take your shit, I get that from the struggle
Hit that bitch and kicked her out, cause I don't cut up
I'm about to go and see the dentist ("diamonds! diamonds!")
Bout to go out lurkin' for them benji's ("hunnids! hunnids!")
In the jag, I'm splurging on you bitches ("skrr, skrr, skrr!")
Fuck a paragraph, they gave my dawg a sentence
Told her mind your fucking business ("mind your damn business!")
He don't know his bitch is in here trickin'
I've been catchin' flights, ain't catching feelings ("No, No, No!")
I pass her the molly, made her lick it
H-Homerun, I knocked it out the park ("Swing, Batter-Batter!")
I left the deck, I hit the front like Rosa Parks
I won't catch no feelings, I'd rather catch a charge
I ain't goin' home, I be goin' hard
I told her go home, I kicked her out my car
I love my down for, them junkies go bizarre
Polo on me, horses jumpin out the barn (Yeehaw!)
Promise I ain't never slippin', I am armed ("No, not I")
I took his pot of gold, I got the lucky charm ("I'm a leprechaun!")
I pull up she say hey I feel like Arnold! ("Hey! Arnold")
Diamonds on my watch, they look like marbles (ooh they glistenin'!)
You a character, I call you marvel
I'm about to go and see the dentist ("diamonds! diamonds!")
Bout to go out lurkin' for them benji's (hunnids! hunnids!)
In the jag, I'm splurging on you bitches ("skrr, skrr, skrr!")
Fuck a paragraph, they gave my dawg a sentence
Told her mind your fucking business ("mind your damn business!")
He don't know his bitch is in here trickin'
I've been catchin' flights, ain't catching feelings ("No, No, No!")
I pass her the molly, made her lick it
("Turn up, 'fore you burn up!")
Destin lyrics - Kodak Black
Kodak (know dat)
I on want dat fake ahh lean I pod it right out the ceal
And if it don't make dollaz then it ain't no deal
I buy Rolexes, yeah
So I can get my time, any second
Help me get my mind, cause I'm stressing
Mama said I shine right, cause I'm destined
Damn I live a hard life, It's a blessing
Pan up wid one mic, it's a weapon
How Ima get my grind right, I'm just guessin
I need an answer, I got a question?
Yeah...
I'm out the hood out the A, yeah the section
I run the road every day, exit to exit
State to state I'm progressing
Back and forth I'm stepping
Ain't going back nomore they won't let me
Look at my necklace, pull up in the exess, pull up in bentleys, jumping out Lexus and jetsey
I'm swimming in the money fuck a jet skie, let reach
Test me, 40 cal in a kick in like a jetlee
Married to the money she said yes to me
And she don't want no other bitch to be next to me
Money talk yall can't even send a text to me
I'm whipping the dope they want the recipe
I buy Rolexes, yeah
So I can get my time, any second
Help me get my mind, cause I'm stressing
Mama said I shine right, cause I'm destined
Damn I live a hard life, It's a blessing
Pan up wid one mic, it's a weapon
How Ima get my grind right, I'm just guessin
I need an answer, I got a question?
Yeah...
Lime light, I'm riding rover
Yeah I live the high life, ain't never sober
Early bird time flies, I'm getting older
First they was on my side
They switched over
Can't open my eyes, I'm blowing dozier
Gambling wid my life, it's like poker
30 inches on my ride boy don't go dea them boy low dea
Oh dea like, dea go dat Zoe dea
So so rare, red bottom so fresh I bought 4 pair
Ion feel nun so ion go bare
Ion catch feelings I catch flights in in yo hoe air
I buy Rolexes, yeah
So I can get my time, any second
Help me get my mind, cause I'm stressing
Mama said I shine right, cause I'm destined
Damn I live a hard life, It's a blessing
Pan up wid one mic, it's a weapon
How Ima get my grind right, I'm just guessin
I need an answer, I got a question?
Yeah...
Meant For Me lyrics - Kodak Black
[Hook:]
I'm about to see who really for a nigga
If I ain't have no money, would you still adore a nigga?
They way you bend on me baby
They way you blow a nigga
These niggas dick ride me, don't even know a nigga
Man I'm bout to see who really meant for me
Sooner or later God finna send hint to me
And why you questioning me? That's what my bitch do
You niggas stay on my trail, look what this shit do
Damn, you and me niggas ain't the same
I stay in my lane cus I'm just tryna stack my chain
But all you niggas lame you niggas just wanna hang
I'm in it to win it you niggas in it for the fame
It ain't the niggas, it be the hoes who really game
And hoe you just wanna fuck a nigga cus my name (Kodak)
And everytime I talk my mouth blang, you know that
Nigga plottin' on you for your chain
Next to me thinkin' how you want my pinky ring
Do a nigga dirty, have a nigga like damn
Your family do you dirty too, man it's a shame
Hoe do you dirty have a real nigga in pain
[Hook]
I'm stayin' humble, I ain't tryna have no baby momma
I ain't tryna do no more time, I'm tryna bubble
And I'm so tired of momma cryin' cus I'm in trouble
I'm tryna get her eyes, I'm a young hustler
I lived my whole life tryna get from under
My home boys snake now, he an anaconda
I can't fuck with you no more bruh, I'm just bein' honest
I just got off probation, they mad I'm [?]
Yall be ready to hate, go get some damn money
I was money hungry so I went to Benihana's
That [?] right on my plate, I told her no onions
Now I'm [?]
I be on a paper chase, I hit the store runnin'
And I love to get the money, it's gon' keep comin'
I couldn't never save it up, use to keep fumblin'
I love my brother, without him I wouldn't be nothing
(I wouldn't be shit)
[Hook]
Look what this shit do
Man, look what this shit do
Look what that money shit do
Look what the fame do
Look what the game do
Look what the change do
I ain't change, this shit changed you
Nigga who are you?
Look what this shit do
What this shit do
Look at you
Look at you, and you
Look what this shit do
Look at you, look at him, look at her, look at them
But look at me
18 lyrics - Kodak Black
I'm on 18, this that project baby
I'm so 18, I'm so, I'm so 18
I'm so 18, posted on 18
I'm on 18, always on 18
1800, born on the same street
I'm so 18, just like momma made me
Keep it 18, that's how my uncle raised me
I'm on 18, always on 18
1800, born on the same street
I'm so 18, just like momma made me
Keep it 18, that's how my uncle raised me
Fuck a day care, I'm that project baby
In the strip club and I ain't even 18
Got a 9 with the beam, clip by 18
Nigga I be gettin' to the cake, I love that pastry
Now I eat fillet mignon, no more babies
Out here livin' on my own like I'm 18
I'm a minor, but I ain't like the other kids
My bitch the baddest, I still got my other bitch
I ain't with the fuckery, so don't you fuck with me
Keep that tooley on me like it's stuck to me
1800, right here on the ugly
It's the fuckin' kid and my bitch Colombian
I'm on 18, always on 18
1800, born on the same street
I'm so 18, just like momma made me
Keep it 18, that's how my uncle raised me
I'm on 18, always on 18
1800, born on the same street
I'm so 18, just like momma made me
Keep it 18, that's how my uncle raised me
I'm so 18, you can call me Peyton
Posted on the corner, I ain't even base yet
I'm so fly, I swear I got here on the DayJet
I don't work, I put in work, I need 'em paychecks
I need your check, I need they check
I keep that magnum, I ain't talkin' safe sex
You been workin' all your life, you ain't get paid yet
You been on your way forever, you ain't came yet
18 double 0, 18 double 0, 18 double 0
Bring it to your door, just like Domino
Boy your money low, (Got Bills like buffalo)
Boy your money low
18 double 0, 18 double 0, 18 double 0
I'm on 18, always on 18
1800, born on the same street
I'm so 18, just like momma made me
Keep it 18, that's how my uncle raised me
I'm on 18, always on 18
1800, born on the same street
I'm so 18, just like momma made me
Keep it 18, that's how my uncle raised me
Manuevering lyrics - Kodak Black
Kodak.. Project Baby..
If it ain't no dollars then it ain't no deals...
Stick & move everyday
Tryna run it up all you niggas in the way
I can't stop doin' it
I'm finessin' I be outchea manuvering
Hit up then I'm shakin' it
Pay attention if you slippin' then I'm takin' it
I'ma keep doin' it
I'm finessin' I be flexin' and manuvering
Ricky Bobby watch me hit you wit it
I'ma go getta homey I will come and get it
Feel like Bo Deale I'm just tryna stack a milli
On the road to riches I ain't worried bout these bitches
And I'm switchin' gears like a transmission
I am on a mission nigga mind yo damn business
Neighborhood star, Og Kush in my cigar
She don't wanna fuck me say she wanna fuck my car
She don't like me she attracted to my Audemar
I manuver nigga you a loser
I keep 5 on me call me Carlos Boozer
I parked the red Jag pulled up in a new one
Blue one
Stick & move everyday
Tryna run it up all you niggas in the way
I can't stop doin' it
I'm finessin' I be outchea manuvering
Hit up then I'm shakin' it
Pay attention if you slippin' then I'm takin' it
I'ma keep doin' it
I'm finessin' I be flexin' and manuvering
They like, "Dang Kodak do yo thang Kodak
All that Gucci on yo body you the Mane Kodak"
I just poured 4 ounces in a root beer
I be in the field call me John Deere
All these haters in the room gotta get from round here
I'm in route, I be in and out she say she wanna chill
Dropped that neck then I left cause I ain't got no time to chill
I be runnin' thru checks I'm all about a dollar bill
Ooh...boy you flawin' I can tell
I finessed em' hit his hive then I got up outta there
Got a couple niggas ready Pompano a lot of deaths
I'm so tired of collard greens I need some fuckin' lobster tails
Skrt Skrt Skrt
Stick & move everyday
Tryna run it up all you niggas in the way
I can't stop doin' it
I'm finessin' I be outchea manuvering
Hit up then I'm shakin' it
Pay attention if you slippin' then I'm takin' it
I'ma keep doin' it
I'm finessin' I be flexin' and manuvering
I Remember lyrics - Kodak Black
Man I remember all them bitches cracking on me
But I got right now all them bitches grabbing on me
I remember all them niggas with my homie
Window poking tired of eating macaroni
I remember they ain't care about my music
Now these niggas claiming they related to me
I remember when I ain't have no friend
I remember it, every part of it
My mama told me do it
Just can't get discouraged (keep courage)
I'm gonna give her the world
And I'm so determined (determined)
The lights ain't ever working
Got me snatching purses (snatching purses)
I jumped up off the porch
Out here with a purpose (purpose)
Goddamn this world dirty
Whole family hurting (world dirty)
Lil nigga out here lurking
Got my mama worried (worried)
In the studio I'm on it
And I'm dropping verses (dropping verses)
Now these niggas acting like Lil Kodak ain't deserve it
Man I remember all them bitches cracking on me
But I got right now all them bitches grabbing on me
I remember all them niggas with my homie
Window poking tired of eating macaroni
I remember they ain't care about my music
Now these niggas claiming they related to me
I remember when I ain't have no friend
I remember it, every part of it
Talking way before the fame
I was broke (ain't have no money)
Yeah when I was snatching chains
Had no hope (still ain't have no money)
Steady wrapped in chains
Jail back and forth (for that money)
I was going insane
Had nowhere to go (for that money)
They calling me names
They cracking jokes (it ain't even funny)
Back when I was lame
Was nobody close (nobody close to me)
Told lil mama blow
Niggas ain't believe me (but they ain't listening)
My mixtape free
But they be tryna buy my CD (tryna buy my CD)
I was out here scheming
Talking to those demons (to them demons)
They say I'm arrogant
Say I'm so conceited (I'm conceited)
You should be happy
I was blind now I'm seeing (ain't shit to see)
Nightmares going crazy
Ghetto dreaming (when I was dreaming)
When I was itching for that money
Out here fiending (I'm out here fiending)
Somebody feed me
Because my stomach steady screaming (know i need it)
Now you want some fame
Coming up you can't believe it (fame off of me)
Billie Jean
Michael Jackson nigga beat it!
Man I remember all them bitches cracking on me
But I got right now all them bitches grabbing on me
I remember all them niggas with my homie
Window poking tired of eating macaroni
I remember they ain't care about my music
Now these niggas claiming they related to me
I remember when I ain't have no friend
I remember it, every part of it
Honey Bun lyrics - Kodak Black
She sweeter then a honey bun, ima call her honey bun
I been looking for you, baby where you from
I been searching for you, where you been? girl where the hell you been
Don't make me be your man, cause man I catch feelings it be slipping right up out my hands
Girl I don't want to wife you, but if you want me to that's what I might do
I been looking for anyone just like you, you my type boo damn I think I like you (I do)
You from another universe, you not from planet earth, cause I been single and mingling and still ain't find nobody similar
Man, where she at cause I'm missing her, I hit it but I ain't quitting her
My ex hating on the low she trying to get to her, I made a wish for her.. is it her? Cause I'm sipping syrup and my vision blurred
She sweeter then a honey bun, ima call her honey bun
I been looking for you, baby where you from
I been searching for you, where you been? girl where the hell you been
Don't make me be your man, cause man I catch feelings it be slipping right up out my hands
She popping like some bubble gum, call her winter fresh
I'm a dead man walking I'm fresh to death
We body to body I be all down her neck, running up a check she call me haitian fresh
I fall up the steps, call it blues clues cause I was trying to find you but I didn't have a clue
Jaguar XF when I ride through, searching through my GPS so I can find you
Where the hell you been you a goddess, I'm a project baby I'm just being honest
Flow sick so sick, make you vomit, I can't catch no feelings baby ima drop it
She sweeter then a honey bun, ima call her honey bun
I been looking for you, baby where you from
I been searching for you, where you been? girl where the hell you been
Don't make me be your man, cause man I catch feelings it be slipping right up out my hands
Skrilla lyrics - Kodak Black
In the club boppin' with my niggas
All of us rockin' on 'em jiggas (On them Mollys)
You ain't talking money, I don't hear ya
You ain't gotta touch me, I don't feel ya
That skrilla, that skrilla, boy, I'm 'bout my skrilla
All my niggas monkeys, we gorillas
All my niggas clutchin', we some hittas
Birds on my timeline, call it Twitter
I'm in the club boppin' with my niggas
All of us rockin' on 'em jiggas (On them Mollys)
You ain't talking money, I don't hear ya
You ain't gotta touch me, I don't feel ya
That skrilla, that skrilla, boy, I'm 'bout my skrilla
All my niggas monkeys, we gorillas
All my niggas clutchin', we some hittas
Birds on my timeline, call it Twitter
That skrilla, that skrilla, boy, I'm 'bout my skrilla
We ain't fuckin' with you niggas
I'm coming through, me and all my boys smoking loud
I ain't hearing you, Kodak bring the noise
Every year, Christmas day, I ain't wanna play with toys
Project baby, came from Hot Wheels to riding in a foreign
And my diamonds come from Tokyo, yoin yoin yoin
Power high come from Tokyo, I call 'em ching choing
Money grow on trees, can you show me where you grew that bitch?
You could have a fine ass girl, you'll switch-a-roo that bitch
Boy, you know that its Lil Kodak, you already knew that shit
I'm bout my cheese, cheddar chip
That codeine my medicine
From the noya, 1800 block, yeah, I represent
I got lots of guap, that's why I'm arrogant (10 toes down)
In the club boppin' with my niggas
All of us rockin' on 'em jiggas (On them Mollys)
You ain't talking money, I don't hear ya
You ain't gotta touch me, I don't feel ya
That skrilla, that skrilla, boy, I'm 'bout my skrilla
All my niggas monkeys, we gorillas
All my niggas clutchin', we some hittas
Birds on my timeline, call it Twitter
I'm pullin' up on yo' ass, you owe me something
Early morning ridin' round, getting that money
I ask them for a plate, they left me hungry
So I'm out here wildin' out with my youngins
I need that skrilla, this lil nigga love that fetti
I be smoking broccoli, mama told me eat my veggies
Polo down got me in here flexing, call me Ralph Lauren
I was In the projects stressing, I was still riding foreign
And I wrapped my wrist with VVS, and now I'm in here pouring
You know the kid finessin', he's a savage young boy
I took so much of losses, man, it's sad
My mama used to dig all in my stash
In the club boppin' with my niggas
All of us rockin' on 'em jiggas (On them Mollys)
You ain't talking money, I don't hear ya
You ain't gotta touch me, I don't feel ya
That skrilla, that skrilla, boy, I'm 'bout my skrilla
All my niggas monkeys, we gorillas
All my niggas clutchin', we some hittas
Birds on my timeline, call it Twitter
That skrilla, that skrilla
My Wrist lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Koly P)
I be makin' moves with my wrists
I can make the news with my wrists
I'm a Koley Imma swang with my wrists
I got my Roley on Bang on my wrist
Shoulda seen it be poppin' like some bacon
Like a day cow whippin up a baby
How I make it lock up they can't sake it
Pillsberry kid I'm in here goin' crazy
On my wrists
My wrists [x3]
Damn I love my wrists [x2]
I be walkin' round with forties on my hip
I'm bout to throw some forties on my whip
Kiss on her come get shorty out my shit
She in here recording me and shit
Hit the drive thru up I told em order me a brick
I got tired of eating Pork n Beans and shit
Called me Booty Tang gah damn stankin up my profit
Albert Einstein I re-rock it and sock it
I will turn up on you anytime take off like a rocket
I don't want you playing with my mind
I feel like I'm gothic
They say Kodak he ain't got no mind
We thank he retarded
Me metarded boy you just fine
You is out the pockets
We ain't never had a damn dime
I came up off the faucets
Used to dream about it all the time
I'm gon' work that Pyrex
I be makin' moves with my wrists
I can make the news with my wrists
I'm a Koley Imma swang with my wrists
I got my Roley on Bang on my wrist
Shoulda seen it be poppin' like some bacon
Like a day cow whippin up a baby
How I make it lock up they can't sake it
Pillsberry kid I'm in here goin' crazy
On my wrists
My wrists [x3]
Damn I love my wrists [x2]
Damn I think I got a motor on my wrist
My cup can drink in water like a fish
Lets talk [?] man Si habla espanol Pablo that cocaine
We get it
That dope don't lock niggas scratch that pot then spin it
We win it
See them broke niggas make jokes
Y'all fuck niggas grin it
My mind on a milli
My nine is a semi
No time to be friendly
I want every gah damn dime
Cuz the mind to the pennies
In the lab like a chemist
Pushing weight like fitness
It's first down on the line in the scrimmage
Nigga we winners
I be makin' moves with my wrists
I can make the news with my wrists
I'm a Koley Imma swang with my wrists
I got my Roley on Bang on my wrist
Shoulda seen it be poppin' like some bacon
Like a day cow whippin up a baby
How I make it lock up they can't sake it
Pillsberry kid I'm in here goin' crazy
On my wrists
My wrists [x3]
Damn I love my wrists [x2]
Kill The Beat lyrics - Kodak Black
Pow pow pow
Paper chasing Haitian
Project baby
1800 block
Ugly corner nigga
Y'all won't feel me anyways
I ain't even gotta talk
Came up
I was down
Got it off the ground
They was up
I was low, got it off the floor
Paper chase
Road running, you ain't on the route
Turned up
Like my music, I be smoking loud
Black nigga on that white bitch
Milk her like a cow
Cashed out
They ain't like me but they love me now
Pull up to the floor
You ain't even know
Been cold, fire
Different jags in a row
Pay me back before
Diss me like a hoe
My nigga pay me for a show and I don't even show
I slid by
I ain't flex I just brung it through
Swear to God
If you flex imma punish you
25% on the tent, on a rental coupe
Yeah I'm from the Noya
Off that Ugly Corner Avenue
Ain't gotta tell my shooter, he gon' shoot
Kodak got them snipers on a roof
Whipping with the magic stick then I poof
Project baby
Would you like to [?] swimming pool
Been ready
You ain't ready, nigga getting ready
Time is money
Better have that money, I want ever second
You niggas sweet niggas, diabetic
Living legends, jit will snatch your necklace
I'm at the studio fuck a class session
Sorry momma, I will never learn my lesson
I need a calculator just to count my blessings
Finessing, flexing
Flyer than a jetson
Young and reckless
Hit you in neck and I won't regret it
Switched up
I got a different wardrobe
Designer
Custom Louis V torso
Pop my collar nigga wipe me down
Got it from the bottom now I fly around
Bitch I'm out here, had to get it in
Tell her go first, I'm a gentleman
Go so loud she be listening
Ain't no time to fuck these hoes, I'm a minute man
I'm a project baby I can't go commercial
Because I just hit the plug he stay on commercial
Square, not my round
You not my circle
Money got me walking like I'm Steve Urkel
Jump right through your window like a Ninja Turtle
They want my autograph but I can't write in cursive
They hollerin' murder
I kill the beat
I kill the beat
Lil Kodak, he gon' kill the beat
I kill the beat
Rest in peace
Better Days lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Choo Choo)
[Hook:]
I know I'ma see a better day
It gotta be a better place
Gotta get up out of Section 8
I dream about it everyday
Everybody is selling yay
It gotta be a better way
It gotta be a better way
Hey, look, check, look, look, look
I know Imma see a better day
It gotta be a better place
Gotta get up out of Section 8
I dream about it everyday
Everybody is selling yay
It gotta be a better way
I'm out here on a cheddar chase
I was on route 9 tryna get it straight
[Choo Choo:]
I feel that lil bro shit killing me
Wanna yard stealing me
My friends turned to my enemies
I ain't been rapping or nothing I'm only feeling me
They know I had to blow up
Yeah I had to flew up
Flying to North Carolina they sayin' Choo Choo done grown up
Thinkin' how imma feel that time I was to up
Lot a liquor from the bar I fucked around and threw up
Fucking with some old friends tryna get my crew up
God knew it, watching me waiting for me screw up
Separate me, whatever it is for me to move up
Too much hating got me thinking gon' pick the tool up
That's what they want, put the gun down they trying to fool us
That's what I'm here, I'm a little older so imma school us
I used to be that bad ass jit on the school bus
Kicking ass, real, I'm crazy, I had to pull her
No ma, I'm somebody and imma be that
I'm on the come up, tell grandma, believe that
My other fam, I don't really think that they'd believe that
People don't wanna believe when they can't see that
Thanks to Lil Kodak, 1k, got my groove back
Be great, all you could be, no matter who laugh
On your team, just keep goin', Choo Choo back
1k, you my lil nigga Lil Kodak, that real
[Hook]
[Kodak Black:]
I know Imma do me something great
Fourth quarter, imma ball, I don't pump fake
I gotta put my brother in a coupe
I need filet mignon, I'm tired of noodle soup
And I been out here going strong in the vocal booth
I just keep it 1K, how I'm supposed to do
90 baby, I just wanna win
I just hope for God to show me who my real friends
I have being going all out now I'm all in
Hoes been runnin' up to me when I walk in
Real slimy, niggas ain't cuttin'
Trick you off the streets, have a nigga cased up
I was out here sleep, had to wake up
I be ten toes down everyday, bruh
I try to maintain, let my nine sing
It's the same thing young nigga [?] (selling dope)
I'm stayin' patient, waiting on a blessin'
Rather hit the studio than a class session
Hell raisin on ya boy since 97
Hard headed lil nigga never learned my lesson
Everybody tryna grind up a brick
Hit a lick, go bro, hit another lick
I used to treat him like my brother but that nigga snitch
Had to wait fourth quarter, I was on the bench
[Hook]
Yung Niggaz lyrics - Kodak Black
[Hook:]
This for my young niggas sleeping in the trap
We don't trust niggas, we reaching on the strap
Momma down back, you gotta make a wave
This for my young niggas who outchea everyday
This for my young niggas [x3]
All my young niggas
This for my young niggas
All my young niggas
This for my young niggas
This is for my young niggas
This for my roadrunners
Yeah we stay up on the paper chase
All my young niggas, we got a sweet tooth
We love that cake
In and out of state
Tryna get it right then get it straight
You cannot relate to anything that I say that's why you hate
I be snapping
You can't even support your habits
I be snapping
Goddamn! This a habit
Came a long away from carjacking and now I'm rapping
I will still hit your damn girl and flip your mattress
22 carats, in my mouth just call me rabbit
Keep spazzing
Glue stick, on me full of bricks
On a call, yeah my Virgin Mobile phone full of licks
Straight finessing shit
Gotta get it any other way
[?] I be fiending for that cake
For my young nigga
Who making plays too, they on the grind
I'm ten toes down
Hitting for them bands, out of time
Kodak Black so flick it up
My 90 babies getting it up
[Hook]
Go hard
We ain't going home, we be going hard
In the kitchen, wrapping fishes, Caviar
You know who we are
Sniper gang, 1800 block
You know where to find me
On the Ugly Corner Boulevard
Like a damn ram
I'm gonna hit the game super tough
Lil nigga
Tryna do it large, getting to the guap
No restricts, driving foreign cars
Break your daughter off
Crackers tryna throw me behind bars
I flew the coupe to Mars
What is that?
That's an Audemar
That's a Jaguar
That's a fast car
Think I pulled up in a NASCAR
Yellow bone, that's a bad broad
I'm a rap star
I'm addicted to her, like I took a hit of bath salt
All my niggas we some bastards
We hate our damn pops
Spaz out, cash out
We thugging in the sandlot
Snatching chains
Doing anything to make them bands drop
Call the fireman
We be on fire, head hot
Run up in your damn spot
[Hook]
This is for my young niggas
Skrt, skrt, skrt young nigga
Young nigga, skrt
Stick and move, skrt, skrt
Stick and move
Stick and move, skrt, skrt young nigga
You ain't no dumb nigga
Young nigga, you ain't no dumb nigga
Skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt
10 Toes Down lyrics - Kodak Black
[Hook:]
Look
Man, I need it right now
Gotta stay 10 toes down
I just gotta stay down
Road running, now I run the town
I ran it up, got it off the ground
Paper chasing I be on wow
Soundbite, they biting my sound
Niggas running off of my style
Gotta stay down
Started off with a quarter pound, that's the intro
Now I run the game, blow that money like Nintendo
I am never low
Man I be higher than my tempo
Trip Lee Kodak, I will jump right through your window
Had to stay humble
He murder say black, stay humble
I'm all I can be, bumble
Bakery, fuck pound cake I need a funnel
Tarzan swinging
Yeah, I made it out the jungle
I hustle and I bubble
And yeah I struggle sometimes
It make me wonder how I keep from going under
Do it for my momma
6 plus 4
I'm on my ten toes feet planted to the floor
Bitch I used to kick doors
Trying to get this money ain't trying to get no hoes
Once I stack that six, I want six more
Wrist gold
Call the plug tell him ship a shitload
I sit on the stroll and let that shit go
Fuck the fame
I'm writing foreign
Road running I be on the Jordan
And why all these niggas be so concerned about
What I be doing and try to hop on for a pony ride
[Hook]
Rolled up in that Jag
Roly poly
Niggas they pulling me back
But they don't know me
Codeine take the pain away
I might OD
I can't let you win this race
I need the trophy
Nigga wipe that frown off your face
You are an emoji
I'm outchea
20 for a day I'm like Kobe
Phony, get from round me
You niggas bogus
Nah, nah
I never leave that money call me oldie
Put me on stage, don't even show mix
Abracadabra
That work gon' hocus pocus
Took off like NASA
Fresher than Orbit
Show my ass off
Shitting on them, they like toilets
Pulled up in NASCAR
I just rent the Corvette
Boy I'm finna blast off
I let it surface
And she say she like purses
And like splurging
Only spend that money on me
My favorite person
No, I will never purchase
You ain't worth it
Riding like a derby
I can't work it
Flexing on them on purpose
They feelings hurting
911 emergent, I need a surgeon
This urgent
Bleeding concrete no longer virgin
Thank you
[?] like Turkey
My 40 churcking
I can't work it
I just get nervous
And go to bursting
Gotta stay down
Gotta stay down
Niggas running off with my style
Gotta stay down
Take Me Away lyrics - Kodak Black
I'm in the place...Kodak boy I ride with the k, 1k...I throw up the k, hold up the k
Everytime I get a good girl I just push her away
I go to falling in too deep then I be running away
I was riding with the fire had to put it away
Them crackers back on my ass they wanna put me away
They gone look me up then hook me up and book me today
Had a kind lil heart the streets done took it away
Hypnotized watching all my niggas cooking the ye
I done sewed up the game I went to pushing the weight
Mama said the streets done took me away, took me away, took me away...took me away, took me away
Ma you know it ain't nan
I'ma lil soulja I be mad that we struggling
Everybody happy and they glad that we wasn't
Now I'm in the jag I don't brag but I love it
When I ride past it look like I'm just stuntin
I just want the cash cause everything else coming
I just wanna kick it don't be thinking that we punting
I just wanna hit it one time and then I'm running
I be on a mission for them big face hunnids
Tryna stack them blueberries up like a muffin
Tryna hit ya kidney I be all up in ya stomach-
She wanna run away like Harriet Tubman
Niggas wanna hate I just wanna get money
Everytime I get a good girl I just push her away
I go to falling in too deep then I be running away
I was riding with the fire had to put it away
Them crackers back on my ass they wanna put me away
They gone look me up then hook me up and book me today
Had a kind lil heart the streets done took it away
Hypnotized watching all my niggas cooking the ye
I done sewed up the game I went to pushing the weight
Mama said the streets done took me away, took me away, took me away...took me away, took me away
Short nigga...I got long pistols
Want you to trust me but I got trust issues
Gotta get in my zone I gotta drug issue
Cool still ain't come home a nigga still miss you
Bet you put my shoes on but they can't fit u
Mama say what's wrong boy what done got in you
You been so far gone you let the streets get u
In my own lane niggas all in my rearview
I won't run away from you I'll run witchu
These niggas ain't 100 they won't thug witchu
I watch my niggas stack a block
I watch my cousin stash the pot
Had to stack a knot
I ain't have a ride I had to jack a car
Lil nigga so fly call me avatar
Lost a sack bounce back like a basketball
Before I got on my feet a youngin had to crawl
Everytime I get a good girl I just push her away
I go to falling in too deep then I be running away
I was riding with the fire had to put it away
Them crackers back on my ass they wanna put me away
They gone look me up then hook me up and book me today
Had a kind lil heart the streets done took it away
Hypnotized watching all my niggas cooking the ye
I done sewed up the game I went to pushing the weight
Mama said the streets done took me away, took me away, took me away...took me away, took me away
1K lyrics - Kodak Black
[Hook:]
I be so damn fly nigga
I ain't got a cape
Got tired of eating fries
I be craving for that steak
Catch me on the eye
I be in and out of state
Money on my mind
It won't let a nigga think
Ain't tryna keep [?]
Known to keep faith
Keep that shit k
I be riding with the K
Throwing up the cake
I be showing up in foreigners
I be sliding base
Getting high [?]
Now I'm on the rock
Knock it out the park bitch
I be in the field like I'm playing for the Marlins
Base like Hilary
Polo down like Carlton
Moon-walking on that lean
I'm feeling like a martian
I just wet the 7 up
The kitchen smell like garlic
You should come and shop with me
Got it on the market
Showing up in foreigners
This is an Aston Martin
Came through in a goose
You'd think I'm going hunting
Flyer than a hawk
[?]
Plus I'm on a molly
Turn up with my dog
She be giving head
She be giving up that noggin
Bitch I get them dollas
Go and ask your mom and them
[Hook]
I be ten toes down like an empire
I will never turn down I'm a vampire
I get giggity with your girl call me Quagmire
For my niggas I'm gonna ride like a damn tire
Bonfire
On my partner [?] dreadlock
I'm on fire
Got that game in a headlock
Home run money major like the Red Socks
I run plays
Got connect just like a Xbox
VVS diamonds sparkling in my damn watch
You can call me Flin Stone make her bed rock
Clean jaguar
I make your girl neck pop
It's Lil K
Nigga I just made the bed rock
[Hook]
1k, 1k, 1k, 1k, 1k
I keep that shit
1k, 1k, 1k, 1k, 1k
Everything
1k, 1k, 1k, 1k, 1k
Dollars [?]
That 1k
I'm for real
That 1k
Project Baby sniper gang 1k
Free my nigga Koly he 1k
Bitch I side Lil Pooh he 1k
[?] he 1k
1k, 1k, 1k, 1k, 1k
SKRT lyrics - Kodak Black
[Hook:]
Girl I'm done with you, girl we done it's through
I hit that nigga for the work, stick and move, then I SKRT, SKRT, SKRT
SKRT, SKRT, what is up with you
I thought I said I'm done with you
Fuck my school and fuck my teacher too
Sniper on the roof, he playing peek-a-boo
SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT
Jump in that Jag, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT
SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT
When I say keep the poker, I ain't talking bout' no beans
Project Baby, you know I got baby bottles full of lean
I've been through so much of shit, this shit'll' make a nigga sing
I remember rocking bugle boy, now rock designer jeans
God dang, you just like my chain, you just like to swing
It's 1k, I got 22k and all my niggas bling
Hit the club on them jiggas, you know all my niggas geeked
You would think I'm 'bout to smack your bitch, I made her hit her knees
Met this plug, I was talking 'bout he put that thing on me
I finessed him, ain't got time to let you run no game on me
Like i'm working out, life done dropped a lot of weight on me
I've been busy, I've been working hard so don't you hate on me
You my dawg then just be my dawg and don't you change on me
Don't you switch, don't you change on me, no switching lanes on me
I was in that Jag, now I'm pulling up in that range on me
I ain't in no gang, but if you run up I'm gon' bang on me
[Hook:]
Girl I'm done with you, girl we done it's through
I hit that nigga for the work, stick and move, then I SKRT, SKRT, SKRT
SKRT, SKRT, what is up with you
I thought I said I'm done with you
Fuck my school and fuck my teacher too
Sniper on the roof, he playing peek-a-boo
SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT
Jump in that Jag, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT
SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT
M.O.H. (Money Over Hoes) lyrics - Kodak Black
Money over hoes
Money over bitches
Money on my mind
Bros over hoes
I be yelling out
Bros over hoes (bros over hoes)
This ain't what I'm about
Money over hoes (that guap)
3 way nigga
I got niggas throwing 4s (3 way 4 way)
I got problems
I got niggas dead and gone (all my niggas)
I got young niggas
Running with the pole (all my young niggas)
Stick and move
You know I'm sticking to the code (stick and move skrt, skrt)
No more knick knock
We kicking down your door (kick your door)
No not baseball
But I run up in your home (not baseball)
I'm so cutthroat I will cut you in the throat
Got me fucked up I won't trip about a hoe
I'm a young hustler
Lil Jay Black from Pompano
1800 block
That right there by the hole
I got Haitians who ain't make it
They still tryna get on a boat
I'm still outchea
Tryna stack my bread
Can't let you get a loaf
I would rather go back to selling drugs
I'll never sell my soul
If I ever catch a body I won't never tell a soul
I told my brother that it's time to eat
He went to grab a bowl
Ain't around my way
It's groundhog day
Don't make me wack a mole
Cash rules, I don't break the rules
Because I make the rules
I be taking down your hoe
And now she want some Haitian food
Paper chasing fool
I be yelling out
Bros over hoes (bros over hoes)
This ain't what I'm about
Money over hoes (money over hoes)
3 way nigga
I got niggas throwing 4s (3 way 4 way)
I got problems
I got niggas dead and gone (all my niggas)
I got young niggas
Running with the pole (all my young niggas)
Stick and move
You know I'm sticking to the code (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
No more knick knock
We kicking down your door (no not knick knock)
No not baseball
But I run up in your home (no not baseball)
Money over bitches
Mind over matter
Sliding base
Run up in your home
Hey batter batter
I got young niggas on them pills
They really on that shit
And they skipping school
Getting to the loot
Hitting licks
Project baby
Grew up in them bricks
Ain't have a pot to piss
All that starving made me raw for this
I'm tryna live marvelous
Stick and move
I be road running
Boy I love the road
[?]
Nigga I can't live without my dough
All you niggas weak
All my niggas solid over here
Remember I used to rock them Dickey fits
Now I rock designer gear
Keep the steel
I was pimping
I will kill Bill
Call me [?] I'm on a pill
I'm rolling off a hill
I be yelling out
Bros over hoes (bros over hoes)
This ain't what I'm about
Money over hoes (money over bitches)
3 way nigga
I got niggas throwing 4s (3 way 4 way)
I got problems
I got niggas dead and gone (zoo life)
I got young niggas
Running with the pole (all my niggas)
Stick and move
You know I'm sticking to the code (finesse)
No more knick knock
We kicking down your door (we finesse)
No not baseball
But I run up in your home
Ay, Kodak
Skrt, skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt, skrt
1800
1k
3 way 4 way
Pelican lyrics - Kodak Black
My name Kodak and you know that
Go and tell your girl
Kodak and you know that
Go and tell your friend
Keep that tool on me
Go tell your mama, go tell your buddy
Go tell your pal, go tell your neighbor
Look, I'm Section 8, Taliban
[Hook:]
It's that Project Baby, run and tell a friend
Codeine with Xan that's my medicine
Life sentence in the trunk, like a elephant
I don't fuck around, bitch I'm celibate
True to my religion I'm a reverend
My money long, I might need a measurement
I'm fly, I'm high
Off this cannabis
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a pelican
Lil Kodak, call me Peter Pan
Yeah, I'm the finesse kid, you can be the man
I gotta master mind, I just came up with a plan
I had to strategize, now I'm getting ten bands
Get it in, got them chickens, like I'm in the den
I poured a four, now I'm leaning like a kick stand
Number one, money blowing like a ceiling fan
I got them drums, nigga, I will hit you whole band
I was stuck, then I took off, now I back again
Nigga, please don't make Lil Kodak, go Super Saiyan
I took a chance, I got tired of eating noodle cans
Young nigga on jiggas, I will never land
Damn I just finessed my own people them
About this business, I hope don't look creep to them
Sour patch, cause these hoes I'm not sweet to them
Stuffed in up my trues, I'm walking with a limp
[Hook]
Jump up out my whip, I pull up like I'm Batman
I just got outta jail, so bring them racks in
It's Lil' Kodak, motion picture, look how I'm flashing
Paparazzi kid, lights, camera, action
I took my tool and now I moving like a fat man
Little nigga, I'm just eating like I'm Pac-Man
I hit the scenes, spread my wings, I be super fly
He don't want it, I ain't worried, I'll shoot the guy
Usually I be polo down to the T
I'm a artist now so I'm dressed in Louie V
Who is he? Wanna drop a track, have fee
Foreign whip, can't pronounce it, got like two or three
Section 8, all this foreign shit is new to me
She don't like me, she in love with my jewelry
Project Baby running crazy, but I'm Cuban linked
Show the streets, because they love it how I do them beats
[Hook]
Molly lyrics - Kodak Black
Where's molly? looking for her, I need to find molly
I said I'm looking for her turn on the lights..Golden one they say I'm the chosen
[Hook:]
They say they like it when I roll up, cause I be pulling up in foreigns man
I don't smoke but I might roll one
Big 380 yeah I tote one, might blow one
They like just what I do, they like the way I move
She said lil Kodak I ain't never seen nobody so smooth and they ain't never done it like you... yeah
I love it when this roley on my wrist, so much diamonds I can't tell what time it is..I'm so cool!
I said I hate being sober man! what you on? I'm on two.. how bout you?
Don't say you shoulda did you coulda did! (chosen one)
don't say you shoulda did you coulda did cause truth is you wouldna did nothing
I was on that E&J Brandy, now I'm sipping on Bubbly
I go hard for my team, I put molly in my lean so now I sing!
I put my heart in these beats I talk to God I'm on my knees, watch me while I run these streets protect me
My homies snitched on me cause I'm seeing bout 23 and I ain't 23, now I see em with my enemy
Turn on the lights cause I'm looking for Molly...Molly, Golden one they say I'm the chosen one
They thought it was over oh naw it ain't over, I'ma park that rover that two door rover
I'ma ride that muhfucka like a stoley back to da noya! I'm gone call up my lil soulja
I'ma park that bitch in front of the ugly corner
I'ma wrap that cuban link around my neck, in the fast line say slow down for you wreck
I'm gone bend the corners and I'm gone make a mess, I'ma bend the corner and I'm gone make them stress
Say I'm riding in a spear, I'ma hit that dice then throw them licks and I'm gone disappear
Put the rocks all on my ears, watch them cry them tears when I switch them gears
Kodak I'm here, this molly at my door, yeah I love her but I still don't love no ho
Oooh I seen that bitch before say that girl on fire so I stop drop and roll
I... don't like to watch her go so I chase her with them blacks and then I flow
Ooooh my high just almost blowed.. eenie miny Moe I just caught her by her toe
My trues low my shirt off my chain on.. I don't save these hoes nigga I ain't got no cape on
She said oooh lil Kodak you my man, I'm just a kid so how can I be yo man
I think I found Molly, so turn off the lights
cause I found her, the golden one they say I'm the chosen one
No Flockin' lyrics - Kodak Black
Damn, that's so sad
KKK, KKK
Young nigga, I got old cash, spazzin' on they ass
I got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad
Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shoppin' on they ass
I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast
Smokin' flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas
Don't you ask me where the pole at, where yo' clothes at?
I ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, dammit, but y'all trippin', too
Is it you? Damn, my nigga, what the hell got into you?
Project Baby, y'all was skippin' in the hallway, I was skippin' school
On my Ps and Qs, on them jiggas, call me jiggaboo
Bleedin' concrete, bet you niggas won't come 'cross the street
Pardon me, I don't talk to you so don't you talk to me
I ain't dissin' on nobody, B, I'm vibin' on the beat
Honestly, I'm just tryna be, I just gotta be
Tryin' to get over on anything, they tellin' lies to me
I spent five on my pinky ring, she love my diamond ring
Anyway, I'm married to the game, she said her vows to me
I ain't gettin' on my knees, bae, you bow down to me
You go down for me, you lay down and do the time for me
Sorry, boo, yeah, I lied to you, but don't you lie to me
It's Lil Kodak, the finesse kid, boy, who hot as me?
Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid, I smoke broccoli
I will run around your whole board like Monopoly
Ol' boy, you's a broke boy, flocka's got you beat
Chocolate, call me Reese's, can't catch me without the piece
C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down, you fallin' off your feet
I will trick yo ass for a treat, call it Halloween
Yeah, that money's what I play fo', call it lottery
Goddamn, you's a clown to me, you's a clown to me
You can't smoke no Black & Milds with me, get in the car with me
You a funny guy, don't you even joke around with me
How could it be? Get from 'round a G, you grounded from me
I'm a freeband junkie, you a junkie
You gettin' skinny, I'm gettin' chunky, gettin' money
Want some food? Boy, you hungry, I want them hundreds
Hundreds
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