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Everything 1K lyrics - Kodak Black
You know life ain't tied with a bow but it's still a gift though
Yeah life ain't fair but it's still good though
It's a blessing just to be here
Everything 1K
I know you're money hungry
Can't wait 'cause you ain't eat all day
And you gon' lose your mind if you don't get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon' relate
It's a struggle man, I'm with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank God for everything
It's a miracle how you'll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K
I woke up in the morning on a cold slab
How the hell I'm in a damn cell
I'm in jail taking cold baths
I went down the wrong path
Lil boy don't go that way
You prolly won't last
Before I had the fame I had the name
I earned my stripes like Adidas
Sliding base like I'm Derek Jeter
Growing up with no father, it'll make you evil
How he gon' learn to be a man when you ain't never teach him?
Youngin' can't even read but he totin' the Desert Eagle
Look how she left, I bet she told you she won't never leave you
The same nigga was hating, I turned them to believers
I done made it through the rain and I ain't called FEMA
I know you're money hungry
Can't wait 'cause you ain't eat all day
And you gon' lose your mind if you don't get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon' relate
It's a struggle man, I'm with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank God for everything
It's a miracle how you'll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K
I probably thank God 'cause without him who is me?
He unlocked my cell when they threw away the key
Jailbird, I was caged in, he came and set me free
I was just on the news, now I'm on MTV
Hurting 'cause your people ate and you ain't get a piece
Now you're taking from your people plate 'cause you just tryna eat
Grinding for a mil and I ain't talkin' 'bout a combo
My mama need a crib, I been thinking 'bout a condo
You nothing when you down, it's crazy how people treat you
Come around now, you can't even hit the reefer
I pray for all my youngins who done took the same route
Brother from the same struggle, cut from the same cloth
I know you're money hungry
Can't wait 'cause you ain't eat all day
And you gon' lose your mind if you don't get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon' relate
It's a struggle man, I'm with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank God for everything
It's a miracle how you'll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K
Vibin In This Bih lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Gucci Mane)
Who that is? Lil Kodak
It's Gucci!
1800!
Look!
[Kodak Black:]
Cuban on my wrist, Cuban on my neck, your girl on X
Money talks, she on the phone line, we havin' phone sex
Never duckin' from you peons, I ain't fold yet
Kept it real since the begun, I ain't told yet
I done finally got my muscle up, you know I'm gon' flex
People rootin' for the hustler, I think I'm on next
At your neck, I don't get tired, I ain't gon' rest
You gotta play your cards right, them jack boys on deck
I gotta keep the fan on, you know them girls gon' sweat
I'm tryna put my man on, but he ain't came home yet
Kodak Black but my hoe red, she get her own bread
I hit your girl with the pole, now she walkin' bowlegged
Dirty drink this that prometh, ain't sippin' Moët
I'm just tryna stay focused, ain't tryna go flat
You turn cold when the heater on, I know you're gon' melt
I've been smokin' broccoli, they say it's good for your health
Nah I'm good, I don't need your help, I do it myself
I know you don't really love me, you're just lovin' my wealth
It's lil Kodak, the finesse kid, walkin' like a lick
Hittin' licks, now I'm droppin' hits, mouthpiece cost a brick
In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit
In the club, poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
In the club, boppin' in this bih, bibin' with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit
In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
[Gucci Mane:]
Lock me in a box, but I'm comin' out swingin'
Watch 200 so I'm comin' out blingin'
Somethin' like the wind, can't touch, just hear me
Suckas can't see me, but they damn sure feel me
They say, "Gucci Mane gone, the rap game ain't nothin'"
Soon as he left, the coke price start jumpin'
Walk around the club like I walked around the yard
Nigga I'm the trap god, you tryna look hard
I'll never ever ever ask the police to protect me
Never ever ever let a rapper disrespect me
Next up from Gucci Mane, gun clappin' gon' happen
Put a cap to the captain, see my bullets tap dancin'
Guwop!
[Kodak Black:]
In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit
In the club, poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
In the club, boppin' in this bih, bibin' with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic, but now she gettin' hit
In the club, boppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
Poppin' in this bih, vibin' with my clique
Can I lyrics - Kodak Black
[Intro - Kodak Black:]
Yeah
This my shit right here
This my kinda shit right here
Y'all know me, the son
[Hook - Kodak Black:]
Can I ball? Can I chill?
Can I stunt?
Would I live long enough to raise my son?
Made something out of nothin'
And nothin' what I'm from
Can your boy do something productive for once?
And once a nigga make it, they gon' wanna take it
Money don't change ya, but it do drive ya crazy
Lil nigga out the projects, they rootin' for the baby
Even when you showin' love, they still gon' wanna hate ya
[Verse 1 - Kodak Black:]
If I tell you how I feel, can I fuck?
I gotta see if the pussy good before I cuff
I'm really in the feels so I need someone to hug
I'm out here like for real so I be needin' a little love
All you gotta do is grind
It's gon' take time
Ain't no time to chill
Ain't no time to vibe
All my people wanted me to sit my ass down
But I been on gold since I got off my behind
Everybody wanna shine
Nobody wanna grind
See my nigga workin' hard, that shit paid him off fine
None of this shit just fall from the sky
I'm puttin' in work, I done forgot that I was tired
[Hook - Kodak Black:]
Can I ball? Can I chill?
Can I stunt?
Would I live long enough to raise my son?
Made something out of nothin'
And nothin' what I'm from
Can your boy do something productive for once?
And once a nigga make it, they gon' wanna take it
Money don't change ya, but it do drive ya crazy
Lil nigga out the projects, they rootin' for the baby
Even when you showin' love, they still gon' wanna hate ya
[Verse 2 - Kodak Black:]
Can a nigga eat in peace?
You leechin' for a crumb
Niggas ain't even showin' ya love where ya from
Them people took my 40s, so I'm about to go buy a pump
What if the trolls roll up on me right? Should I run?
Can I take you out to lunch?
I just wanna get you full then get all in your stomach
I just made shawty tell a man that she done
Lately she been tellin' me she love me, should I run?
I'm gone, I'm done
I shook and went describin'
I'm not a bad kid, I just didn't have no guidance
Fuck a home run, you boys be runnin' in houses
Robbin', connivin', wylin' and burglarizin'
[Hook - Kodak Black:]
Can I ball? Can I chill?
Can I stunt?
Would I live long enough to raise my son?
Made something out of nothin'
And nothin' what I'm from
Can your boy do something productive for once?
And once a nigga make it, they gon' wanna take it
Money don't change ya, but it do drive ya crazy
Lil nigga out the projects, they rootin' for the baby
Even when you showin' love, they still gon' wanna hate ya
Slayed lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Boosie Badazz)
[Verse 1 - Kodak Black:]
My nigga slayed a nigga, I just came from hanging with him
I don't know what really happened, I think he home invading him
You never catch me out here clapping unless they paid a nigga
Why the fuck I chase a bitch when I don't even chase the liquor
Hell yeah they call me Kodak but I ain't come to take no picture
So icy, make it blizzard, and the lean I'm sippin' sizzurp
Lil Wiz, they been kicking doors, I call that boy a wizard
Damn, I was textin' drivin', I looked up, I wrecked the fender
Wally say boy you better get her so I blitzed her
No time to waste, therefore if I get her I'm a hit her
My mama say, baby you a winner not a quitter
Well not today, 'cause mama soon as I hit her I'm a quit her
Cut the top with a scissor, turned my new car to a vert
I might need a new liver 'cause my body full of syrup
Kodak Black, but I'm smoking purp, thinkin' 'bout cheesy purp
Rest in peace, Wayne Head and Purp, them boys down to earth
She know I'm a beast at every angle, you can call me Kurt
Flipped her over by her ankles, locked her and she called me Kurt
She know I be getting to the paper, I be putting in work
Up the road, playing with the papers, yeah I got that work
[Hook - Kodak Black:]
I'm on that greedy shit, that fiendin' shit, I need a piece
I'm on that wreckless shit, that selfish shit, I'm playing for keeps
Money hungry, I can't smell bitch, I gotta eat
I keep that heavy metal just in case he tryna creep
I'm on that schemin' shit, you better give me everything
I'm on that teamin' shit, the devil know I keep that heat
You remind me of your bitch, I got you on your knees
Jeep Cherokee, I'm skiing with my dope boy wrist
[Verse 2 - Boosie Badazz:]
Take his bag then smash, what uncle telling me
Dirty pistol, dirty mask, another felony
Rocks in my mouth, I spit 'em out when I was sellin' weed
Choppers was tryna take me out at only seventeen
9 Glock, body rock, this bitch hold 17
Mouth wet, pussy hot, she just was 17 (too young for me)
Cocaine under my nails, working this triple beam
No fingerprints on my shells, too sticky from the lean
I'm on that greedy shit, it's mine, I ain't gon' feed a bitch
Leave you leaking quick, one shot, one kill, Desert Eagle shit
I really got it out the mud, this ain't no freebie shit
Guess how I got all my muscle, from deleting shit
Hard on the pussy, no old lady, I just borrow the pussy
These niggas thugging for the gram, gon' record the pussy
Boy you remind me of your bitch, you a bitch
Your address supposed to be a nigga's ditch
Old pussy ass nigga
[Hook - Kodak Black:]
I'm on that greedy shit, that fiendin' shit, I need a piece
I'm on that wreckless shit, that selfish shit, I'm playing for keeps
Money hungry, I can't smell bitch, I gotta eat
I keep that heavy metal just in case he tryna creep
I'm on that schemin' shit, you better give me everything
I'm on that teamin' shit, the devil know I keep that heat
You remind me of your bitch, I got you on your knees
Jeep Cherokee, I'm skiing with my dope boy wrist
Big Bank lyrics - Kodak Black
Oh this the real deal, like for real for real?
I thought lil shawty was the real deal and I guess not
But this the real deal? For real?
Lil nigga I got big bank
I was 'bout to eat that pussy but that shit stank
Girl I want to eat your pussy but I just can't
Smoking medicate help me meditate
You was so wack, I don't wanna hear your mixtape
His diamonds so wet, he got it out the fish tank
I swear all I do is crank like I never think
I don't think I just crank, I don't hesitate
Let it spray, Kodak let it spray
I ain't got to tote no 5, keep it just in case
Them niggas ever get out of line, put them in they place
'Cause I be staying out the way, them niggas in the way
It Lil Kodak, I don't rap, bitch I illustrate
It like I be painting pictures but I picture paint
So why they call you Kodak Black? You sippin' Easter pink
I be right there at your house, think it's trick or treat
I be drawing when I speak, see it vividly
I keep a 30 clip but this a Glock 23
Think it's sweet then come and see, I'ma demonstrate
Drop two ounces of codeine in my Minute Maid
Lil nigga I got big bank
I was 'bout to eat that pussy but that shit stank
Girl I want to eat your pussy but I just can't
Smoking medicate help me meditate
You was so wack, I don't wanna hear your mixtape
His diamonds so wet, he got it out the fish tank
I swear all I do is crank like I never think
I don't think I just crank, I don't hesitate
You ain't gotta like my music but you gon' respect me
By the way when you approach me better come correctly
I be on that Little Caesar's shit, hot and ready
All the motherfucking bread, where the damn jelly?
I can't understand these bitches, they so damn messy
I want to motivate them niggas but I got them jealous
Lil nigga I got big racks
I be flexing, wondering why I ain't got no six pack
All this flexin', I deserve to have a six pack
I stay finessing, break a nigga like a Kit-Kat
I stay finessing, break a nigga like a Kit-Kat
Lil nigga I got big bank
I was 'bout to eat that pussy but that shit stank
Girl I want to eat your pussy but I just can't
Smoking medicate help me meditate
You was so wack, I don't wanna hear your mixtape
His diamonds so wet, he got it out the fish tank
I swear all I do is crank like I never think
I don't think I just crank, I don't hesitate
Gave It All I Got lyrics - Kodak Black
In my own bubble nigga, had to clear my circle up
Cause wasn't nobody with me when I was piped out in the box
Kodak Black, I'm the truth man
This another one
In my own bubble nigga, had to clear my circle up
Cause wasn't nobody with me when I was piped out in the box
Grab them one for ones and end up goin' double par
You would think a nigga homeless, man he stay on the block
Remember we were homeless, man I stay tryna plot
I was going up top and hiding pieces in my socks
Find another route, and I turned it up a notch
Had to quit half steppin', had to give it all I got
Fuck the FPL, bitch we buckin' all the power
I been doing well since I bumped into that power
Yeah them niggas straight, but ain't no nigga like a nigga from Broward
Running out of mollies so I laced her up with powder
Young nigga, I just wanna lay low and chill
Hoe don't call me Kodak thought I told you call me Bill
You know a nigga clutching got to keep that thang concealed
Nigga what's the point of doing it if you ain't gon do that shit for real?
Damn man, I thought Ian Rapport keep it real
Used to fuck with Carlo 'till he showed me what it is
Can't believe Dieuson, looked up to him when I was lil
I ain't even shocked, kinda expected that shit from Khalil
In my own bubble nigga, I had to clear my circle up
Cause wasn't nobody with me when I was piped out in the box
Grab them one for ones and end up goin' double par
You would think a nigga homeless, man he stay on the block
Remember we were homeless, man I stay tryna plot
I was going up top and hiding pieces in my sock
Find another route, and I turned it up a notch
Had to quit half steppin', had to give it all I got
Best believe let it sit too long and it's gon' rot
I seen it comin', once you leave your home we in ya spot
I'm in school, I got a glue stick, filled it up with rock
If I up it, I'mma shoot it, 40 with a cock
40 with a dick, yeah, extendo on my Glock
Cash for gold I use to catch a city bus way to the swap
I done growed up, young nigga 18
Mondo let me hold a 9 and that shit there got a beam
Went on a lil mission by myself, only me
Niggas tryna intervene, come between a nigga dream
Lil JackBoy he just call me I'm like "What's up, what you need?"
Even though he straight, I still sent him something for canteen
In my own bubble nigga, I had to clear my circle up
Cause wasn't nobody with me when I was piped out in the box
Grab them one for ones and end up goin' double par
You would think a nigga homeless, man he stay on the block
Remember we were homeless, man I stay tryna plot
I was going up top and hiding pieces in my sock
Find another route, and I turned it up a notch
Had to quit half steppin', had to give it all I got
Too Many Years lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. PnB Rock)
[Hook - PnB Rock:]
I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won't get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won't get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard, niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don't think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
[Hook - PnB Rock:]
'Cause I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won't get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won't get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard, niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don't think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
[Verse 1 - Kodak Black:]
I told my mama we gon' be fine
So I'm up all night way after sleep time
I'm just thinkin' 'bout Lil Kuda, gave my dog a dime
He put a buckshot in a niggas behind
No daddy so I grew up to the street life
But my son, I'm a keep him in the beehive
Scheming on a heist, I need to change my life
Been geekin' all night, I'm going senile
With two niggas toting three 4-5's
I seen a nigga play gangsta, then he broke now
Lost a lot, lost his mind in the courthouse
I'm on XXL, I'm in New York now
[Hook - PnB Rock:]
I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won't get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won't get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard, niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don't think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
[Verse 2 - Kodak Black:]
I keep thinkin' 'bout my niggas
I think I need a jigga I would keep on falling victim
Lost up in the system
Miss my brothers and my sisters
Damn I miss my lil one
I know sometimes I be tripping
But I just miss my niggas
I got codeine in my liver
I gave the judge a piece of me
I'm too street for the industry
But I think that's where I need to be
'Cause verbally, mentally, and physically I keep that heat
Me and my brother fit in
We smoking one with PnB
Niggas say they fuck with me
But low-key they be easing me
Bitches don't mean shit to me
People tryna sentence me
How a youngin' posted on the street, gon' call it Sesame
1K 'til the death of me, don't put your life in jeopardy
[Hook - PnB Rock:]
I done gave the jails too many years
Years that I won't get back
And I swear I done shed too many tears
For niggas that I won't get back
Yeah I got niggas in the graveyard, niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don't think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
Today lyrics - Kodak Black
Sorry, I don't want to sound offensive
But today, I don't want to take no pictures
Today, I'm not Kodak I'm Lil Bill
Today, I don't give a fuck how you feel
And I don't wanna go in front of no crowd
Today, I wanna tote my .40 cal
Sorry, I ain't wanna take your mixtape
Sorry, I forgot it was your b-day
I don't give a fuck about your birthday
You ain't ever tell me happy birthday
Today they gon' read my nigga verdict
Today I might post a Throwback Thursday
She wanna fuck with me because I'm Haitian
And that boy don't fuck with me because I'm Haitian
Fuck the fame, I be in my own lane paper chasin'
Road runnin, gettin' to the money I be drag racin'
I wanna fuck you too girl but I can't
Your boyfriend ain't gon' play my songs again
Well fuck it, you ain't gotta be a fan
Nigga is you a groupie or my friend?
Fuck your daughter, I ain't comin to her party
Imma be there Kodak boppin, acting rowdy
I don't think you want me at her party, I might lace the birthday cake with molly
I'm in the mall, don't talk to me I'm shoppin'
Baby girl, your MCM be flockin'
Sorry, I don't mean to disrespect him
But nigga, I ain't come to hear no lectures
Sorry, I don't want to sound offensive
But today, I don't want to take no pictures
Today, I'm not Kodak I'm Lil Bill
Today, I don't give a fuck how you feel
And I don't wanna go in front of no crowd
Today, I wanna tote my .40 cal
Sorry, I ain't wanna take your mixtape
Sorry, I forgot it was your bday
I don't give a fuck about your birthday
You ain't ever tell me happy birthday
Today they gon' read my nigga verdict
Today I might post a Throwback Thursday
Purp lyrics - Kodak Black
Oh, my bad, I thought that was a freebie
Skrt-Skrt, then I skeet-skeet
See me when you see me
I'm tryna keep everybody happy but I just end up hurt
And Lord knows that I'm blessed but sometimes I feel cursed
Took Wayne Head off this earth, then put him in the dirt
Took Cheezy Purp off this earth just to put him on a shirt
And when that .40 burst that shit like firework
So why they call you Kodak Black? You smokin' purp
I get right in that skirt and then she squirt, squirt
I jump right in that coupe and then I skrt, skrt
Look, I ain't finna fall for anything, I know my worth
And I ain't finna let you ride my wave because I don't surf
It'll go down any second, you better stay alert
I'ma eat that pussy for breakfast, save room for dessert
I woke up and straight applied pressure out the gate
Nigga, you can't walk a mile in my size 8's
I'm tryna understand why all these niggas hate?
Because I be in my own lane, I'm tryna motivate
I wish I could hold .20 in my .38
But round here we ride 30's fuck them 28's
I'm tryna keep everybody happy but I just end up hurt
And Lord knows that I'm blessed but sometimes I feel cursed
Took Wayne Head off this earth, then put him in the dirt
Took Cheezy Purp off this earth just to put him on a shirt
And when that .40 burst that shit like firework
So why they call you Kodak Black? You smokin' purp
I get right in that skirt and then she squirt, squirt
I jump right in that coupe and then I skrt, skrt
They say them youngings take something real quick
Lil' nigga I be thuggin, quick to scheme some shit
Baby jump on my dick, I'll run in your shit
I will jump in your shit
I will go in your shit
And now I'm understanding all them people phony
But I can't believe my people put them people on me
I'm geekin', I ain't going to sleep I'm on a monkey
Leave me alone, I'm rollin'
Leave me alone, I'm rollin'
My nigga kick your door in, love to kick a door in
I don't wanna go back to scopin', wanna go back to pokin'
I guess I gotta pay for all the shit I did
I guess I can't forget that I was hitting licks
I jumped straight to size seven, I skipped size six
I'm tryna get up out the 'jects, I can't stay out this shit
Gotta stay out this shit
Gotta stay out the mix
I'm tryna keep everybody happy but I just end up hurt
And Lord knows that I'm blessed but sometimes I feel cursed
Took Wayne Head off this earth, then put him in the dirt
Took Cheezy Purp off this earth just to put him on a shirt
And when that .40 burst that shit like firework
So why they call you Kodak Black? You smokin' purp
I get right in that skirt and then she squirt, squirt
I jump right in that coupe and then I skrt, skrt
Young Prodigy lyrics - Kodak Black
[Intro - Kodak Black:]
Aye, aye
Out here you gonna eat or starve, man
I'm a need what's on your plate, gimme that
Everything 1K over here
I'm hungry
Aye, look
[Verse 1 - Kodak Black:]
Royalty can't buy you loyalty
Tell me, if I lose everything
Would you be over me?
I'm a tell you like they told me
This fame it ain't immortally
I ain't finna go switch oversea
Ain't no money controlling me
Black boy gave me a throwaway
I kept that shit, I ain't throw it away
Ten bands for the Jaguar
When I wrecked that shit, I remember that day
Been up, I been on my back
Now I'm up like an insomniac
Remember I made my first stack
When Wally had that Pontiac
Went to jail and I came back
Went through hell and I came back
Was in my cell, recreating myself
I died, and then I came back
Wondering where my partners at
Ain't write me and I acknowledge that
Snoop had me selling powder bags
He ain't even give me a dollar back
Later on, started sneaking shit in my pocket like it's contraband
Finessin' had me lookin' back at my profit, I had seven bands
Me, Mark, Greg, Tracy went up the road, hit for eleven bands
Project Baby, taliban
It's Kodak, run and tell a friend
It's for my mama, she love me
She just want the best for me
Told me I should be in the booth instead of posted up on the ugly
Was in the club on that Hennessy
Now you see me sippin' bubbly
All the stripper hoes on me
I ain't even gotta throw money
I ain't even gotta throw money
[Hook x2 - Kodak Black:]
I'm a young prodigy
Now my plate filet mignon
No more collard greens
Doctor told me, "eat my veggies"
I'm smokin' broccoli
If you wasn't in the trenches with me
You can't rock with me
[Verse 2 - Kodak Black:]
I was cheatin' on my girlfriend
I fell in love with finesse
Now I'm married to the money, catch me stuntin' on my ex
Call it Smackdown, hit your bitch with the triple X
Need a Gatorade break, they caught me running up a check
Ever since a youngin' I been runnin' up the guap
Coulda ran track, but I was busy runnin' from the cops
I'm a young Haitian
VVSes in my watch like a Dalmatian
Bitch I got one hundred and one spots
Remember playing Lego, now I'm really on the blocks
Smoking loud, got my eyes so low I look like Fetty Wap
Jumpin' out ya window like Jeff Hardy
I'm a dirty nigga, boy, I got your bitch turnt up on molly
[Hook x2 - Kodak Black:]
I'm a young prodigy
Now my plate filet mignon
No more collard greens
Doctor told me, "eat my veggies"
I'm smokin' broccoli
If you wasn't in the trenches with me
You can't rock with me
30 lyrics - Kodak Black
Baby girl I got 3 dicks
Fuck with me, I got 3 dicks
30 bitches, I got 30 clips
I got 30 inches on my car, I just made 30 drops
30 shots in my Glock, 30 golds in my mouth
You can call me leprechaun, throw the gold in the pot
Dish soap in the pot, 30 bands for a drop
Need somewhere to hide that guap, think I need another spot
30 down, straight drop, dirty tan, get rocked
Love the way that 30 pop, Stephen Curry with the shot
16 I open shop, then the people kicked us out
I ain't with that shit, I swear to god
I'm on that shit, I swear to god
And really this a 40
But my 40 hold 30
Met a cougar bitch, she 30
She heard a nigga putting that work in
Ho I'm just sliding, I ain't serving
I be gliding, I be swerving
Keep these niggas out my face, so concerning
I be sniping and deserting
Skrt skrt, I be leaning when I'm turning
All my pieces working, got me splurging
I got 30 inches on my car, I just made 30 drops
30 shots in my Glock, 30 golds in my mouth
You can call me leprechaun, throw the gold in the pot
Dish soap in the pot, 30 bands for a drop
Need somewhere to hide that guap, think I need another spot
30 down, straight drop, dirty tan, get rocked
Love the way that 30 pop, Stephen Curry with the shot
16 I open shop, then the people kicked us out
Rest in peace to my grandpa, he had 30 jits
I'm not a killer, but where the beat? I wanna murder it
This a drought, it ain't no work, this shit been working bih
So I'm lurkin' bih, I'm 'bout to go on a burglary
Them people playing at my bank, they think I'm doing scams
Nigga drop the 28, he lost seven grams
Blackin' P's every day like I'm Will.I.am
Heard you niggas was looking for me well here I am!
Keep these niggas out my face, so concerning
I be sniping and deserting
Skrt skrt, I be leaning when I'm turning
All my pieces working, got me splurging
I got 30 inches on my car, I just made 30 drops
30 shots in my Glock, 30 golds in my mouth
You can call me leprechaun, throw the gold in the pot
Dish soap in the pot, 30 bands for a drop
Need somewhere to hide that guap, think I need another spot
30 down, straight drop, dirty tan, get rocked
Love the way that 30 pop, Stephen Curry with the shot
16 I open shop, then the people kicked us out
Letter lyrics - Kodak Black
Nah
What they did right there
Nah, let me see that
(Nah, that's just...)
Who that from, right there?
Yahhh, my nigga!
That real
Just got a letter from my nigga
I grabbed the top and I ripped it
Two pages front and back
I read them and started grinnin'
Wonderin' how I'm doin'
He like, "Lil bruh, how you feelin'?"
Told me shit ain't the same without me, the streets miss me
He hate the situation I'm in, he say I'm trippin'
Just got out of the county, they tried to send him to prison
Just talked to his P.O. and he still facin' a sentence
While he was writin', he was blowin' kush and drinkin' Remy
He lookin' at my pictures right now, he in his feelins'
Just tryna bounce back, but other than that he chillin'
Tellin' me how his dog went down and went to snitchin'
Damn, that shit crazy cause we in the same position
Say he remember them times goin' on them missions
Say he for real, he really do, he reminiscin'
He out there making moves, then get caught up with the swivelin'
Everything going smooth and you just get caught slippin'
This shit a lesson for you breh, just pay attention
When you get out, Kodak, stay focused and keep spittin'
Bruh, you remember that hoe you was fuckin' with, Lil Vicky?
Man, I hear she fuck with some nigga from Khia City
When you think about it, I ain't seen you in a minute
I hope when I get out we could ride around the city
I'm in Tallahassee right now, I'm with Lil Ricky
I'm tryna stumble across a little play, I'm just livin'
Just do your time and don't be worried about these bitches
I'm here for you, anything you need, breh, just hit me
Your brother just told me you hopped on a plea for three
But everybody sayin' you caught eleven years, G
I'm doin' good nigga, how about you?
I had to send a kite cause that's what real niggas do
You my lil nigga forever, just keep your head up
And write me back ASAP, soon as you get this letter
Blood Sweat Tears Revenge lyrics - Kodak Black
[Intro:]
Damn...
It's like, it's like once a nigga got in this lil situation everybody stop fucking with me, dawg
They throwin' salt on my name
Shit cray
I'm stayin' down though
I'm stayin' solid I be back out there soon
[Verse 1:]
Since a young nigga, nobody couldn't tell me shit
It's Lil Kodak, Project baby coming straight out the bricks
Section 8, where everyone here living off W.I.C
If you lookin' for me, I'm somewhere hittin' a lick
In a rental car, I'm somewhere taking a trip
Keep my head on a swivel, out here you gotta be swift
Lord this is my last trip, forgive me for my sins
On my lonely, road runnin, tryna get to them bands
I done shook back, I'm right back at it again
Puttin' them crosses on the window now I'm gone in the wind
In this life that I live, I learned a lot about friends
And how they just like these bitches because all they do is pretend
Hoes will wanna ride for you if you got your money right
Do anything for you, suck your dick all night
They say they love you forever
They say they with you for life
Soon as shit go sour, them hoe catchin' a flight
I remember those days when I was heated them nights
Cause all I wanted was my people to send me a kite
I done bounced right back, they can't believe they eyes
Everybody tellin' lies say ya boy caught a dime
[Verse 2:]
They say we don't fuck with Kodak no more
He done went ghost
We ain't listening to his songs no more, he done fell off
He like another average Joe, like I ain't gonna blow
They talkin' bout me like a hoe they talkin' down on me
Tellin' lies on me, say I caught 11 years
I done lost a lot of friends, shed plenty tears
Could've hung me by my throat and cut my fucking ears
Stay solid, had to do my bid, now I'm here
Road runnin' for that money, we in Chesterfield
You know they say shit real when you in the field
Had to get it how I live, that's just what it is
Tried to put my nigga on, but he fucking squealed
I remember those nights geekin' off a pill
I was real lil with my body full of pills
That lil Haitian out his mind toting big steel
Look at him he pourin' molly in the Zephyrhills
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