Me Myself I lyrics - Kodak Black

All I got is me, myself, and I, yeah
Yeah, babe, me, myself, and I
Section 8, telegram, yeah

All I got is me, myself, and I, got myself again
Time is money, I need that money, got no time for no friends
Ain't nobody gon' ride like me, cause I'm gon' ride to the end
Been in fucked up situations, where you niggas would bend
Play my cards, I never bluff, and I ain't throwin' my hand
Shit, I saw when times got hard, I watched my nigga readin' it He snitched
We called that talk, I can't believe what he did
Cause he knew what we was doin' before we went on that lick
I been rappin' and snappin', I fell in love with this shit
It caught up with me', cause I be jackin' since I was a lil kid
I been trippin' and goonin', and throwin' rocks at the pen
All that stickin' and movin', it got me doin' it big
Look, nobody gon' keep it real how I be keepin' it real
Coulda snitched and got released, you know they all for the deal
Put myself in tight positions, I can't even regret em
I was schemin', times was hard, and I just needed some cheddar
My life a movie, it's Kodak, I'm the movie director
Sometimes a nigga get scared, but I know it's gon' get better
Remember when it was my people, them was gon' send me some letters
Cause I was missin' my bitches, and I was missin' my fellas
Hot pocket on me, so my pants keep fallin'
They wanted to take me out the game, but I just keep on ballin'
Polo down, pop my collar, lil nigga shot callin'
Could just hold up for me on the other line, guap callin'
I'll get back to you later, I'm rollin' out of my tater
I been leanin' so damn much, and now I got me disabled
Niggas grindin', be connivin', do shit under the table
Just last night, John John got hit by the raiders
Fuckin' round on the ugly hit that boy with a taser
Once I came out the womb, I jumped straight to teenager
They say I'm a demon semen, young boy, hell raider
If I ain't pullin' up in a foreign, then I'm pullin' in caver
Project baby paper chasin' tie
They dead fly
Institution
Run up on me, send you straight to your maker,
All that kush that I be smokin', you think I'm from Jamaica
But hell nah, ain't from Jamaica, bitch, I'm from golden acres
And I'll tag you with that 9, and that bitch got a laser
And I'll lay a nigga down, I'm like "fuck nigga, paid him"
I ain't bakin, but I'm cakin', I should open a pastry
I got dope in the basement

Already lyrics - Kodak Black

My name is Kodak but you know that already
I don't want the wap baby I just want the fetty
Polo to the socks homie this ain't Perry Ellis
Let me get the raw I'm a ball like spaghetti
It's getting hot in here the block be hot no not Nelly
You can keep the Rari, I'd rather have a Chevy
I don't want no head lately I've been getting becky
I just want the bread, keep the peanut butter jelly

She walked up to me, I was by the bar, she was like hello
She rolled up on me, I was rollin up my cigarillo
No I don't fuck with Grabba leaf I'm breaking down the elpo
I'm always smoking loud I can't keep it on the LO
Girl I don't like the way your booty flop, it's like jello
And now I'm rockin Robin Jeans remember wearing Ecko
She say she just came to chill look bitch this ain't a Getty
I told that bitch get outta here, act like you never met me
I'm up the road I'm lurking for them books, no library
Lil niggas state-to-state I get more cake than lil Debbie
No I can't save a hoe I'm no neighborhood hero
Keep that shit 1K I can't be fuckin wit a zero

My name is Kodak but you know that already
I don't want the wap baby I just want the fetty
Polo to the socks homie this ain't Perry Ellis
Let me get the raw I'mma ball like spaghetti
It's getting hot in here the block be hot no not Nelly
You can keep the Rari, I'd rather have a Chevy
I don't want no head lately I've been getting becky
I just want the bread, keep the peanut butter jelly

Boy I need that green bought my green no asparagus
Lord forgive me please cut the money I just cherished it
Hit a mean lick I took that money and I buried it
She get on her knees OMG that's embarrassing
I don't need no record deal but you gon hear my record still
Me and DJ on the pill we spinning like a ferris wheel
Oh that's Kodak Black who they be talking bout, that's the nigga
First I had to grow to be the man like a caterpillar
Once that jit was old enough to thug it he was thuggin
He just found a strap now he cut you like it's nothing
I use to pour fours now I pour a whole dozen
Bumped into Lil Wally in the hood, hey cousin

My name is Kodak but you know that already
I don't want the wap baby I just want the fetty
Polo to the socks homie this ain't Perry Ellis
Let me get the raw I'mma ball like spaghetti
It's getting hot in here the block be hot no not Nelly
You can keep the Rari, I'd rather have a Chevy
I don't want no head lately I've been getting becky
I just want the bread, keep the peanut butter jelly

mixtape: Heart Of The Projects (2014)




















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

mixtape: Project Baby (2013)











 

Project Baby lyrics - Kodak Black

 Project baby.... y'all recording?..cameras up? okay!


Look...Jit gone hit a lick quick and he can rap

He play ball shoot dem dice they like dat

How I... tote dat scrap flippin nates they like that!

Got outchea and since then, they been fucked up bout lil black

Keep my pockets fat, I love em like dat

Get down see low game cross town and double back

Aye lil kodak I'm from the corna! I'm from the noya!

Fam tought me how to hold that pistol straight and put it on ya

Project ho for a sight they put it on ya, train em for some crip, suck ya up for some zona

Ralp Lauren Polo Down Penny Loafers

Love robbing niggas I got tired of the poker

Blowed basketball ...and you!

You got me fucked up I blow this rap shit too

I done got back in school they say its the right move

I do me and keep it cool

Since a toddler I was brought up with that bottom boy knowledge.. turned a penny to a dollar

Wally taught me how to water whip, sticky palm olive was a jit like

Look at all dem bubbles at da bottom

Project Rugrat, I'm where they slung at

Copped the ounce dime bag by my nutsack

8th grade goonin, 9th grade foolin, 10th grade coolin might come out with a movie

Middle school... fool with that ball

High school... can't tell me nothing at all

14 what I was shooting was not balls, bout to be 16 they gone know bout ya boy!

He a jit! but he ain't gone run up on ya like no jit cause he dead broke and he looking for a fix

He a fool with it but youngin he cool with it go to school with it

He gone bring that tool in it

Cash for gold junky, ain't fucking round with no monkeys

Ain't fucking round with no beans, ain't fucking round with no dummies

Them cougars on me, oh them grown hoes wanna throw that coochie on me, just bring them social cards to em

...they look up to lil kodak

I tell em haaaaa takecover I'm bout to blow and they know dat!

Get ratchet with it ooo I love going on them missions

Bring that ratchet with me and they be like kodak you tripping

Cause I popped a molly and I be happy on them missions

I get real retarded, slap a nigga with that pistol

My nigga fam put that beast in me and I miss em

Jaw locked mouth all twisted on them mission

Juvenile detention center, SAME LIL NIGGA

From a loser to a winner I'm that, SAME LIL NIGGA

In a stolo! riding round dolo! do all my shit solo! car smelling like dodo!

PROJECT BABY!

4th Quarter lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. The Kolyons)

 [Kodak Black:]

Kodak, Kodak Black

Don't act like you don't know


Me and momo riding in the Chevy

Say my neck about to break my chain too heavy

Rebirth of Lou Scott Makavelli (ooo purp)

Born stacking bread like the deli (I've been rich)

So you can take it where you want

I'm kamikaze wanna try me? Suggest you don't

Oh, I told you boy, I'm riding the donk

Oh, I got shooters posted by my door

I'm from the Noy, yeah I stay Polo to the floor

Oh, my money long, I cut my homies short

From Golden Acres, what it is, it really ain't

I'm lyrical and what I be saying gon' make you think

I'm all in, I be solo, don't need no friends

I fuck with Lil Soto, that's my cuh-in-law, he get it in

Lil Jackboy, he just wrote me, that nigga he like my kin

I be up all night on M's, I don't fuck around with no Xans

Super charged, I'ma hit the game like a ram

You niggas lame with a lil fame on Instagram

I do my thing, I'm about to make you niggas flame

Ain't holding back no more, I'm finna make you feel my rage

Nigga please? Nigga what? Nigga who?

You running your mouth, your lips bigger than your shoe

Me and my pocket monster, us two, that's my crew

E-Pimp, that's my blood, that's my thug, he bring it through

Oh, I'm about to make you niggas feel it

Murder charge, fresh to death, I'ma make a killing

Oh, I can turn your state into a city

I'm a CEO, I can turn a Drake into a Diddy

Oh, bout to hit you niggas where it hurt

Why you go so hard? Why they put Wayne head all on my shirt?

I'm riding on 26 plus 4's, free Lil Turk

He just caught 30, that shit'll make me go berserk

Punchline, I hit the beat with a jab

The difference between me and you, I pull up in a Jag

Fingers inching like a rash, fiending for that cash

They say "Kodak living good but all his bitches bad"

I ball so hard, my homie fouled 'em, my cast on

I rob so much, I'm in the booth with my mask on

Oh, I'm riding in the coupe, I'm the truth

That money running, I'm outchea chasing it, how about you?

You should get on a track and chase it too

I can turn a lake into a pool

My diamonds shining, why your ice look like it's blue?

While you out here lame vibing, you should be out here grinding too

They say time is money, I'm showing what timing do

Say grind turn into shine, I'm showing what grinding do

Lil Kodak Black, I'm the truth

Project baby, I'm the truth


[One Grand:]

You ever get the feeling that time is now to make a killing?

But you the only one that's standing round here with a vision

Everybody knows somebody, knows somebody, knows somebody different

That's what I'm tryna tell my people but my people don't wanna listen

We was brought up in a city where niggas, they hate on niggas

Bitches, they hate on bitches, and all of us is on assisted

Ain't watching my neighbor's paper cause that ain't none of my business

Niggas can't get it in cause they worrying bout how I'm living

Me, I'm my competition

Me, hit me on a mission

Me, I gotta get me, so I'ma make me be consistent

Fuck it, I'm all in, ain't doubting God's plans

Not on tour but I know they get easy in the end

23, I'm the man, I'm the fucking bird nigga

I done seen more chickens than Kentucky Fried Chicken

Ain't falsifying facts, ask a nigga in my city who the first one to get 'em, to get down with them triggers

I am only one man but a different kind of nigga

Left the game without a stain like a fucking place kicker

Anything, any lane, any time I'ma get it

Put my all in it, when it's empty fall in it, fill it

Go hard from the start, from the start to the finish

Done it all, college ball, worked a job, ran a business

Broke the law, broke a heart, broke my foot up in some niggas

Stab me up and shoot me down, but you can't knock me off my pivot


[Koly P:]

I'm a reaper, don't be hollering bout your people

I got a stick, it's a fuck nigga beater

Fucked the bitch cause I don't really need her

I'm on point like I'm blowing on keisha

I get cheese like I'm going on pizza

White girl, Ricki Lake, Mona Lisa

Nigga go and get your people then

Ain't nothing, ain't tripping, we can spend a band

Yeah, niggas getting crossed every day

I was taught every dog got his day

When them bullets go to spark and the dog gotta lay

Better hope to God he don't jump with the K

Mr. [?] by the park they'll break

When you getting money, fuck niggas gon' hate

Only real can relate

Four years in the state

And I seen niggas break

Better watch your mouth nigga, jumping on your case

Niggas in disguise, they deciding off of hate

Chain gang now dying bout the case

Know some niggas lying locked behind gates

Surrounded by them snakes

They be all up in your face and

Tryna talk the fire and crack on statements

Don't pen the affidavit

Man I shouldn't have to say this


[One Grand:]

4th quarter and we down by two

You gon' pass or shoot?

It's 4th quarter and we down by two

Is you gon' pass or shoot?

It's 4th quarter, 4th quarter and we down by two

Is you gon' pass or shoot?

It's 4th quarter, 4th quarter and we down by two

Is you gon' pass or shoot?

Gatorade on the coach


Catch Flight lyrics - Kodak Black

 [Hook:]

Ion catch feelings bitch I catch flight

I use to sell rocks now I'm rocking mic's

Imma show you what a boss look like

Run up on me imma hit em on sight

I was was living wrong, got my money right

I hustled all day, hustled all night

Told me life is a gamble but I was shooting dice

And ion catch feelings bitch I catch flight


They say my flow mean, dresscode nice

I'll pull up in a jag, used to steal bikes

Black nigga, not a racist, I was selling white

I had to stay down, now, my car sitting high

I was bussin' licks, putting hits, totin' heat

Jumped in head first, I was in deep

Pockets full of rocks, not a kid

Rocked the beat, shook the streets

I can't let them crackers down me

Ad put me on my feet, said my time here

Audemar wrap my wrist, yeah my time clear

And I don't see you hating niggas, I be going blind

I'm on my first class shit, I be so fly


[Hook]


I'm picking up checks, I don't fall in love

I don't catch feelings, I just catch a nut

I was dead broke nigga, now I live it up

Took off in a private jet and landed on the plug

Keep designer on my body, I'm an [?]

I'm a sniper

Run up on me, don't you think about it

I just poured up a four, sipping dirty fanta

I was catching the city bus now I'm in a phantom

I was popping down rocks, giving licks to santa

Project baby

Shitting on a nigga, where my pamper?

Cake like my birthday

Blow it like a candle

Got this shit under control, about to flip the channel


[Hook]

Get It Up lyrics - Kodak Black

 [Hook:]

All my niggas switching up

Because they seen lil nigga

I'm a star, different cars

I be switching up

Pulled up to spot, dropped my top

Started raining, pull my ceiling up

And nigga I can have all the fucks in the world, I won't give you one

Money standing tall nigga

If your money low better get it up


Man, I'm feeling like I'm Diddy

Kodak photogenic

Paparazzi panoramic

I just woke up in a Bentley, Benny pop a wheelie

Christian Loub Bontley Benny's Rollin tailor fitted

Time is money so don't call me, I ran out of minutes

40 to your face, 20/20 vision

Man this here is Prada limit

Yeah my twitter trending

Did I mention I got activist all in my kidneys?

Boy you better get this money

You'll see why I love it

She be giving good brain but that bitch a dummy

I be hopping liking a bunny

Yeah my girlfriend love me

Boy you broke, as a joke man that shit ain't funny


[Hook]


I'm fly like Peter Pan

I'm on lean and xan, I'm on Neverland

It's Kodak run and tell a friend!

My plug a Mexican, look at Kodak

Kodak coming with that mess again

Nigga Imma switch it up, windows tinted up

Money out the ass, no if and but

Shooters posted on my porch, I pour a 4

Amusement park how my chain swing back and forth

She tell me she want some more, then bitch get back in line

I'm a sniper, pussy boy you better recognize

Just that nigga, lil ol' nigga with that big ol' 9

Man your pockets touch, you paralyzed


[Hook]


Dead Time lyrics - Kodak Black

 I'm running now, I'm on dead time I might kill the clock

I'm wondering why my niggas ain't my niggas now

Cause I'm rocking beats and I shift the streets and put the pistol down

I cropped me out lil Kodak see the big picture now

I ain't jackin now I'm rappin now

I'm bout business now

I love yall on the rap way to the different route

You ditching now, you tripping out, you dissin now

You switchin out

I get it now


Oh dat body is in the air

I feel it now

You speak in bad, you really mad

My ticks tocks

Boy you different niow heard you bang a whole nother clique now

I got my deposition, you said I did it you snitchin now

Wen u see a G don't speak to me put ya head down

You tellin now you bail in out

No bail bond

I moved on, ion do the shit that I used to do

I'm rappin now fuck nigga don't make me do you

Why my niggas ain't my niggas like they used to be?

And I got niggas show in moe love now, who're new to me

Don't call me now I'm ballin now you out da game

I see it clear, I cropped us out u out da frame


I'm running now, I'm on dead time I might kill the clock

I'm wondering why my niggas ain't my niggas now

Cause I'm rocking beats and I shift the streets and put the pistol down

I cropped me out lil Kodak see the big picture now

I ain't jackin now I'm rappin now

I'm bout business now

I love yall on the rap way to the different route

You ditching now, you tripping out, you dissin now

You switchin out

I get it now


I can't believe you tattle told on me, the rules, the combination, you hacked da code on me

Like icee. FREEZE you went cold on me

You sold your soul, paper sheets

Bruh you fold on me

I was blind but now I see

I feel bad nigga let me be

I'ma g, you ain't cut like dat

I bleed these streets

But now Ima rock these beats

I ain't runnin in no stores nigga I promise, I got my deposition, you told Bruh I saw it

And nah you ain't my nigga no more get from round me

And don't say shit to me no more nigga be quiet

And I can't believe my niggas actin like my hoes now

They on my instagram they steady watchin my profile


I'm running now, I'm on dead time I might kill the clock

I'm wondering why my niggas ain't my niggas now

Cause I'm rocking beats and I shift the streets and put the pistol down

I cropped me out lil Kodak see the big picture now

I ain't jackin now I'm rappin now

I'm bout business now

I love yall on the rap way to the different route

You ditching now, you tripping out, you dissin now

You switchin out

I get it now

Ain't No Fakin' It lyrics - Kodak Black

 Boy I'm from the block it ain't no fakin' it

I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit

Coming out my hood it ain't no making it

If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it

[x2]


Golden Acres shit, cuffed down to my anklet

Little boy don't play with me, I merk you and your neighbors

And I ain't on that label shit, so keep your papers bitch

Project Baby fuck that Sager and PlayStation shit

Me and my nigga running crazy home invasion shit

Paper chasing jit snapping snatching chains and shit

Stupid boy my mama Haitian don't you play like that

I'm a sniper I'm a sniper I'm a Baker Act

Coming out my hood, you ain't got no chance

Shoot you where you stand that's your right hand man

Ain't no fakin' it, I make you lose your sleep

You will see the streets vouch for me

Because I bleed the streets

I grew up in the streets so fuck the industry

Sticky weed and it came from Italy

I finesse the set you should never slack

Trying to run up on me, well don't you think like that


Boy I'm from the block it ain't no fakin' it

I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit

Coming out my hood it ain't no making it

If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it

[x2]


Ain't no making it, more cake than a bakery

Once you start that beef nigga ain't no shaking it

Hood rat, say cheese

Kodak take a pic

Don't you catch a strap attack cause man that dangerous

[?] I made this shit

I made a molly slushy bitch come take a sip

What set you claim? boy what game you playing?

You not from my hood, cause we don't talk the same

You don't play with pistols, you don't got no gang

Where your money came, shoot you like you lame

You can't get them bitches kick you out the frame

Project baby man I don't fuck around with no lame

I took your shit I'm gone plumb it up

Give that sack right to me watch me run it up

I'm a sniper nigga cause its my favorite sport

I can't go to school cause it's too many dorks


Boy I'm from the block it ain't no fakin' it

I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit

Coming out my hood it ain't no making it

If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it

[x2]

Str8 Bars Freestyle lyrics - Kodak Black

 Aw man I forgot where my head went

God damn lost the top of my coupe again

Got a playground on my neck

Nigga my chain swing

Got three models they all wearin' the same thing

Pull up, throw my keys to you nigga valet park

You can't even crank my shit up that's push to start

She say "Kodak you get on my damn nerves"

And I say "Bitch you got on my dick first!"

My pinky ring bout bigger than my head is

And all yall lookin down at my feet when I said this

My top flew off my zoos same color as my whip

These diamonds on my wrist same color as my bitch

She yellow bone she like L O L

You hear that smell it's so loud like turn it down

She like L O L you hear that smell its so loud you get it now?


You get it

It's so loud, you hear that smell?

Like the weed loud

You hear it, it's loud

Turn it down

I can do this shit because you niggas jokes

I can crack jokes on you niggas while I'm in the booth

Because I'm laughing at you niggas

You niggas characters, man

It's Kodak Black, Project Baby


Never know how I'm coming

They just know I'm coming

They just know when I pull up

They just know I'm stunting

Kodak, and you know that

Ain't fuck with me before rap

I been had swag before rap

I run the game and you know that

Never know until I appear

VVS Diamonds so clear

I can end you niggas career

True Religion jeans on my rear

She say, "Kodak you get on my damn nerves"

I'm so fly, I be shitting on Mockingbirds

Bang, I'm reloaded

My wrists frozen

The kid golde

The streets chose him

I'm back at it

It's Lil Black at it

Hopped in the booth with these cameras on me

Like a jack rabbit

I count up, no mathematics

I'm so fly, no aerobatic

I'm so high and you know I'm that guy

Money longer than Pinocchio's nose

Nigga I won't lie


My money longer than Pinocchio's nose

I won't lie

Every time Pinocchio lies his nose grows

But I won't lie

I swear to God I crack myself up dog

Imma do this shit every time

Imma keep you niggas there all the time

I be tryna let them breathe a little bit

Not finna suffocate


I got it

And I been knew I got it

I run the game you niggas lame

Wanna battle me? I doubt it

Look Kodak, Koly

I rock foreign

You niggas boring

C4 bomb [?] I blow it

I'm flowing

Fuck these hoes, I don't need them for the moment

Just fucked the booth that bitch be wet

She be super soaking

She say, "Kodak you just think you everything."

Make it rain in the club, see the storm looking out your window pane

B-ball

I'm classic, no Reebok

Your girl sat on this dick and she called [?]

I meant that

Why should I joke?

Take notes to these lyrics I wrote

Somebody call a mechanic, man these niggas broke

Woah, a nigga swag stupid like Moe

Get dumb on the beat like Larry, Curley [?]

Freeze, my neck so cold

I got it

And I been knew I had it

I'm getting bread now these niggas wanna jam

Lil Kodak wanna make a sandwich


I'm getting bread so they wanna jam me

They wanna make a sandwich

A PB&J sandwich, I swear to God

It's Kodak Black

Project Baby, ghetto child

The golden one

They say I'm the chosen one

You niggas might as well give up man

If you sleeping on me, wake up

Switchin' Gears lyrics - Kodak Black

 Jumped in my coupe and I can't even steer

(I hit the gas)

Got Ferragamo hanging off my rear

(Hanging off my ass)

You know my dope so loud you can't even hear

(You can't even hear)

Extended clip hanging round off my hip

(You get hit)

It's lil Kodak and you know that I am here

(You know that I'm that kid)

I'm on these pills and I cannot sit still

(Man I can't sit)

I'm splurgin' switchin' gears

(You know I'm burning now)

Can't love no hoe, no I'm not Jack and Jill

(No I can't love a thot)


I'm flipping pages, stacking paper like the chef

Fuck you niggas, I been thugging by myself

.40 cal hanging off my Fendi belt

And when I grow up I just wanna be a chef

I got my money right now all these bitches left

My money dirty, hit the club and make a mess

And how I'm running with the tech they call a ref

Man I threw my dog a bone, I told him fetch

My dope is loud

I can't hear you, what you say? (Boy speak up)

Paper chase, take a break I wanna race

Andale, dope all up in my momma place

I'm in the trap like Spider-man to save the day


Jumped in my coupe and I can't even steer

(I hit the gas)

Got Ferragamo hanging off my rear

(Hanging off my ass)

You know my dope so loud you can't even hear

(You can't even hear)

Extended clip hanging round off my hip

(You get hit)

It's lil Kodak and you know that I am here

(You know that I'm that kid)

I'm on these pills and I cannot sit still

(Man I can't sit)

I'm splurging switching gears

(You know I'm burning now)

Can't love no hoe, no I'm not Jack and Jill

(No I can't love a thot)


Project baby

Goodness gracious, Uncle Sam (That's so funny)

Bought me some Gucci Penny loafers

I don't even wear them (With some money

Bought me an Audi, got no license

I still drive it (I be speedin')

Peek-a-boo, I lost my roof

Help me find it! (Because I need it)

Ferragoma, I rock Prada

I wear Robin (Rock designer)

I'm on lean, I don't sleep

I'm on molly (I'm a sniper)

Why you flexing? Boy you stressing

Nigga stop it (You need to quit)

This so foreign, I can't work it

Help me park it (I don't get it)

Pour a four out the seal

Moving slow (Just like the Matrix)

Remember we can't pay the bills

We was broke (Now we can pay them)

Now I'm that guy, I'm so high

You so low (Boy you low)

I be swimming in that money

Boy you broke (Catch my blow)


Jumped in my coupe and I can't even steer

(I hit the gas)

Got Ferragamo hanging off my rear

(Hanging off my ass)

You know my dope so loud you can't even hear

(You can't even hear)

Extended clip hanging round off my hip

(You get hit)

It's lil Kodak and you know that I am here

(You know that I'm that kid)

I'm on these pills and I cannot sit still

(Man I can't sit)

I'm splurging switching gears

(You know I'm burning now)

Can't love no hoe, no I'm not Jack and Jill

(No I can't love a thot)

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