From The Ugly lyrics - Kodak Black
I'm from the ugly corner where we do a nigga nasty
Everybody toting straps, everybody trapping
Jit just jump up off the porch now he making it happen
This for all my young niggas up the road snapping
Big wheels, big bills, big automatics
All a nigga wanna do is ball like the mavericks
I could get a Rolls Royce if i keep snapping
Dope boys, wrap the slabs in the plastic
How you came up off of these DP-baggies?
How you get that jag I see you whipping out in traffic
That lil nigga so scrap call him lil scrappy
How you get more money than your damn daddy
Nigga how you fit that whole thing in your jacket
Me and Jackboy we be scheming we be carjacking
Looking for me, catch me creeping midnight with that ratchet
I just linked up with more wheezy in the back alley
I'm from the ugly corner where we do a nigga nasty
Everybody toting straps, everybody trapping
Jit just jump up off the porch now he making it happen
This for all my young niggas up the road snapping
Big wheels, big bills, big automatics
All a nigga wanna do is ball like the mavericks
I could get a Rolls Royce if i keep snapping
Dope boys, wrap the slabs in the plastic
All this money I be making I can't even stash it
And them niggas they be hating and they wanna have it
You gonna' have to come and take it I won't let you have it
Niggas try to come and take it ima' let them have it
Grinding on my mommas porch with my brother mazny
Everybody wit me ready and they bout that action
Why you think they call me Kodak? 'cuz I stay flashing
Why you think nobody like you 'cuz you stay flagging
If i stay consistent with it I can buy an Aston
I got shawty booted up she giving me daffy
Power high fuckin with me, he makin me happy
I just bought a new strap, I'm ready to blast it
Everybody in here with me straight bop-whacking
I can make a millie in my reebok classics
I forgot to bring the poker but I brought the flathead
Bout to make the bands drop, straight pop magic
I'm from the ugly corner where we do a nigga nasty
Everybody toting straps, everybody trapping
Jit just jump up off the porch now he making it happen
This for all my young niggas up the road snapping
Big wheels, big bills, big automatics
All a nigga wanna do is ball like the mavericks
I could get a Rolls Royce if i keep snapping
Dope boys, wrap the slabs in the plastic
Rock Bottom lyrics - Kodak Black
[Hook:]
I just want the money
Cause I heard the money bring you power
Now a nigga on top
I remember I hit rock bottom
I don't wanna be yo friend
I already know you niggas sour
Hoe that ain't my DNA
I already know I ain't the father
Lil' kids look up to me like I'm they father (Like I'm they daddy)
Run up on me like "Kodak give me a dollar" (I give them five dollars)
Girl when I first met you,you was smaller (Girl you was so small)
Since I start hittin' it's like that booty gettin' larger
I just touchdown on yo' ass, feel like Tiki Barber
Now a nigga wearing Hugo boss remember when it startle (When it startle)
I just picked a pack up like Brett Faro (Like Brett Faro)
I just want to buy my mom a car (My mom a Bentley)
Stop right there girl we can't go no father (Baby stop it)
No not Listerine but shawty love to gargle (No not mouth wash)
Look cool nigga, but I'm hot like lava (Hot like lava)
Swimming in the money I need goggles (Swimming in the money)
[Hook:]
I just want the money
Cause I heard the money bring you power
Now a nigga on top
I remember I hit rock bottom
I don't wanna be yo friend
I already know you niggas sour
Hoe that ain't my DNA
I already know I ain't the father
I already know about you lil homie
I just checked your resume boy you a phony
Oh my god I hope that ain't the police
Cuz I got a 30 clip on me
Don't be calling me about your hoes
I don't want your girl I got my own
Girl stop calling my phone I'm getting money
I'm so geeked up I'm paper junkie
McDonalds bitch I love it
You broke as a joke lil boy you fronting
Looking for me I be on the ugly
In the projects right on 1800
[Hook:]
I just want the money
Cause I heard the money bring you power
Now a nigga on top
I remember I hit rock bottom
I don't wanna be yo friend
I already know you niggas sour
Hoe that ain't my DNA
I already know I ain't the father
HollyHood lyrics - Kodak Black
[Hook:]
Fuck the industry, I'm in the streets
I ain't never been to Hollywood
I'm not Hollywood, I'm Hollyhood
I don't wanna go to Hollywood
I got kicked out of elementary
Started rapping, making melodies
Listening to beats on my MP3
Now my video on MTV
I got the BB gun in my bag
Brought the BB gun in my class
Call my mama and she sounded mad
Said when I get home, she gon' whoop my ass
I just dropped me off for 50 packs
I'm the youngest nigga in the trap
I'm the youngest nigga with that sack
Fuck your plug, I got that sack
[Hook:]
Fuck the industry, I'm in the streets
I ain't never been to Hollywood
I'm not Hollywood, I'm Hollyhood
I don't wanna go to Hollywood
I should have been a president
Young nigga with plenty sense
I teach you little nigga plenty shit
All these games, they ain't selling it
All this gas, should've been selling it
Lately I've been really out of my element
These niggas be snitching, them crackers really having no evidence
And I ain't even sick so why the hell am I sipping on medicine
Might get deported cause I be working like a Mexican
I could make a little power move man you been broke ever since
Dropped out of school, run around finessin' shit
Running with some reckless ass lil niggas, we be wrecking shit
[Hook:]
Fuck the industry, I'm in the streets
I ain't never been to Hollywood
I'm not Hollywood, I'm Hollyhood
I don't wanna go to Hollywood
Boss My Life Up lyrics - Kodak Black
See, you gotta go against all odds, you know?
Boss your life up
[Hook:]
I had to run a check up, I had to boss my life up
Like, where I get these bands from?
Like, where I get that ice from?
I stayed down long enough, and then I came right up
What else you think a nigga used to stay up all night for?
What else you think a nigga used to stay out sellin' white for?
I'm in love with the guap, while lil momma think I like her
See, Imma drink on pipe, lil momma damn, she got nice butt
Then you can come and tie lil momma down, you could wife her
If you got them bands, then she might fuck
I'm in Fort Myers with G once sellin' white stuff
I had to hit that lick, it's a gamble everyday
I here you gotta take a risk
How else you think I wrapped the Cuban link around my wrist?
Now I'm bendin' corners, like I got forgis on my whip
Cashed out, nigga, I've been racked up ever since
Movin' short on them bills, now I pay my momma rent
Remember sellin' dope to my next door neighbor then
Knock, knock, ain't nobody home we breakin' in
[Hook:]
I had to run a check up, I had to boss my life up
Like, where I get these bands from?
Like, where I get that ice from?
I stayed down long enough, and then I came right up
What else you think a nigga used to stay up all night for?
What else you think a nigga used to stay out sellin' white for?
I'm in love with the guap, while lil momma think I like her
Boss my life up, it wasn't nothin' else to do
You should try it too, you should run a trial too
I'm tryna make it out, you could be successful too
Ain't tryna make it out? Then sorry I can't hang with you
Girl I can't hang with you, lil homie I can't mess with you
I'm bout my cheddar, you should go get you some cheddar too
Go get you a check or two, that what you better do
So you can free yourself a lil bit, when you steppin' through
I had to boss up, I had to cut some people off
To be the boss, you gotta learn how to take a loss
Bible on the dash, road runnin' with the cross
Goin' up top, touch down like we the boss
[Hook:]
I had to run a check up, I had to boss my life up
Like, where I get these bands from?
Like, where I get that ice from?
I stayed down long enough, and then I came right up
What else you think a nigga used to stay up all night for?
What else you think a nigga used to stay out sellin' white for?
I'm in love with the guap, while lil momma think I like her
Shit On Me lyrics - Kodak Black
Kodak why you strapped like that
Why you act like that
Cause I got it by myself
[Hook:]
Lil' Shorty got that shit in his pants(Lil Shorty got that shit)
40 with the dick at the end(40 with the Dick)
They know I keep that shit on me(They know I keep that shit on me)
No they won't hit no lick on me(No they won't hit no lick on me)
Come here break yo neck for me baby(Come here break yo neck)
Come here sign a check for me baby(Come here sign a check)
She gone take a risk for me(She gone take a risk)
I think this the bitch for me(She might be my bitch)
I just went up top like elavators
About to come back down with 20 Gs
I be sippin' Codein kickin' flavor
I got baby bottles full of lean
Girl you be on my dick
I think its the Cuban on my wrist
Got her goin through the bank line
Now im sliding in the audi a5
Free Lil Code doin that time
Freeman with the stick he doin' fed time
I'm ballin like the Knicks
I remember I was sellin' nicks
Smokin gas but your whip on E
She find out you a lame now your bitch on me
Watch out I'm bouta blow
Got niggas locked up eating Sloppy Joe
[Hook;]
Lil' Shorty got that shit in his pants(Lil Shorty got that shit)
40 with the dick at the end(40 with the Dick)
They know I keep that shit on me(They know I keep that shit on me)
No they won't hit no lick on me(No they won't hit no lick on me)
Come here break yo neck for me baby(Come here break yo neck)
Come here sign a check for me baby(Come here sign a check)
She gone take a risk for me(She gone take a risk)
I think this the bitch for me(She might be my bitch)
Hoe you can't get this dick for free
Fuck a bodyguard, I got that shit on me
That money got me geeked
I'm in Miami runnin with my heat
Ratatouille boy I'm comin' for my cheese
Thought it was Thanksgiving how I stuffed it in my jeans
In science class high as hell
I'm floatin off that loud I feel like Tinker Bell
Now she dont wanna leave here
Girl you gotta go home you can't sleep here
No cardio Im runnin' up a check
Leave you where you stand my niggas dumpin' on the set
Girl you can't be calling me this late
Lil' Shorty wanna see me everyday
On molly and a double cup
She kisses on me just like Reeses Butter Cup
[Hook:]
Lil' Shorty got that shit in his pants(Lil Shorty got that shit)
40 with the dick at the end(40 with the Dick)
They know I keep that shit on me(They know I keep that shit on me)
No they won't hit no lick on me(No they won't hit no lick on me)
Come here break yo neck for me baby(Come here break yo neck)
Come here sign a check for me baby(Come here sign a check)
She gone take a risk for me(She gone take a risk)
I think this the bitch for me(She might be my bitch)
In Too Deep lyrics - Kodak Black
[Kodak Black (Man's Voice):]
Project baby, I might need some fuckin' simulate
(Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised)
I'm in too deep, your boy deeper than a rap
Imma just let my soul bleed on the track
Check your resume, and you ain't livin' like that
You the main reason why your dog got wacked
I'm only for the cheese, you a freeze, you a rat
You the main reason why your dog got trapped
Before I ever chase her, I'd rather chase the yacht
Street nigga after paper, I ain't playin', Imma snap
Livin' in denial, juvenile back to back
Hit your high, throw all the cold in a pillow sack
Nigga take your chances, whole lives, shootin' crap
We just hit a lick for ten bands, it's a wrap
I'm a section A, Taylor band with the strap
Molly Santan, beat sandin' in my cap
Yeah I could pass the weed, but I ain't pass the FCAT
And probably playin' sleep, cuz I ain't tryna text back
They found the contraband in my Mac
I had to sneak a pen in my cell to write a rap
I'm extortin' niggas, want dinner and snack
Told em' Imma split em' if I see em' eat that
I'm vibin' in the booth, I just kick my feet back
She ride me in the coupe, had to push my seat back
I watched my dog shape back, just to relapse
I'm blowin' on OG, you smokin' green crack
I just got a slow leak in my tree rap
That head got me knockin' up, call her beeswax
Better keep your Smith and Wesson, you might need that
357, E told me "keep that"
Keep your boy well protected like a knee cap
Knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cheese at?
Glock pop, bang, bang, where your keys at?
Don't you say a damn thing, and I mean that
Ran 'cross the power after cool got snatched
I was on the I, when the coupe caught a flat
That's the same night when SuWu shot black
I wasn't even there to tell you if we shot back
[Gun Shot]
Heart lyrics - Kodak Black
Ain't no pussy in my heart
Never ever ever been
All loyal in my heart
[Hook:]
That loyalty it took that to the heart (To the heart)
These niggas don't know how to play they part (Play yo part)
Never been no pussy in my heart (in my heart)
I always kept it real from the start (from the start)
I should've never gave that hoe my heart
I gave her my heart, she playin' with my heart (bitch give me back my heart)
And if I see her, I might catch a charge (nigga give me back my heart)
I might shoot that bitch right in her heart
Damn I got to run here go the narcs
Sniper gang, I hit you wit a dart
I don't do no pillow talkin' that ain't in my heart
I was playin' round wit that poker, you was playin' round in the park
I ain't waitin' for tomorrow, kept it real since day one
Like I exercise, me and jack been down from the jump
I ain't brawlin' man, I ain't got no time tryna thump
Ima garbage man nigga if I see you ima dump
That loyalty will get you outta thangs when you stuck
Around here it's always shit that wana get you plucked
I ain't nothin' like these niggas, where the hell these niggas from
I ain't fuckin' wit these niggas, they'll tell on they son
[Hook:]
That loyalty it took that to the heart
These niggas don't know how to play they part
It Never been no pussy in my heart
I always kept it real from the start
I should've never gave that hoe my heart
I gave her my heart, she playin' with my heart
And if I see her, I might catch a charge
I might shoot that bitch right in her heart
If I see her, I might shoot the bitch
I should've treated her like any other goofy chick
I keep my heart pumpin blood, never koolaid
I'm up before the sun, ain't been sleep in 2 days
I told her my name Kodak, she said oh like blu-ray
All these niggas tryna follow me, I went a new way
That loyalty get you a long way
An I ain't never switch, ain't never threw shade
These niggas don't know how to play they role
They act like paper, all they do is fold
These streets ain't for lil kids, get out the road
That loyalty more valuable than gold
[Hook:]
That loyalty it took that to the heart
These niggas don't know how to play they part
Never been no pussy in my heart
I always kept it real from the start
I should've never gave that hoe my heart
I gave her my heart, she playin' with my heart
And if I see her, I might catch a charge
I might shoot that bitch right in her heart
If You Ain't Ridin lyrics - Kodak Black
[Hook:]
If you ain't ridin, don't even act like you ridin
Cause I ain't tryna be out here wastin' my time
Keep it real, don't leave me in the blind
Cause I ain't tryna be out here thinkin you mine
Don't be having me out here thinkin you ridin
If I can't call on you, stop bangin' my line
Ion want nobody to be feedin' me lies
Cause Ion even be like to swallow my pride
Free lil kooda, he walk round with that 9
Free Lil kooda man they gave him a dime
I like when you suck my dick while I drive
But let a nigga know is you really gon' ride
Is you really gone ride, even if they flat all our tires
Be hoppin cars and hotwires, till we get a brand new s5
I still fuck wit lil Robert he knew me since I was 5
Ain't even lookin at yo ass, I got my eyes on the prize
You ain't got lie to kick it, you can leave you can stay
And whoever told you that I needed you anyway
I ain't talkin bout no sue, I'll call a whole new case
I just wrote my nigga Cool like let me know if you straight
You be actin like you real but you know damn well you fake
I'm just thinkin bout lil jackboy it's his birthday today
I might caught a q8 we just got a new place
I keep my heart pumpin blood, all you lil niggas koolaid
[Hook:]
If you ain't ridin, don't even act like you ridin
Cause I ain't tryna be out here wastin' my time
Keep it real, don't leave me in the blind
Cause I ain't tryna be out here thinkin you mine
Don't be having me out here thinkin you ridin
If I can't call on you, stop bangin' my line
Ion want nobody to be feedin' me lies
Cause Ion even be like to swallow my pride
Keep it real with me, don't know why you lyin
You out here thuggin but you scared to do time
I kept it real with you, I never been slime
They don't know how I stayed up on the grind
What I had to do to survive cause all they see is the shine
They don't see these bags under my eyes, they see the paint on my ride
When I was down bad on my lonely, where was you were you there
When i was lost and i was lonely, where were you, did you care?
Don't be having me out here thinkin you for me when you there
You would hate to see me win, i know you want me to fail
Went to school got expelled, jumped off the porch i was 12
I ain't goin back to jail, no more thuggin I swear
You want loyalty but you ain't even loyal yourself
You a clown, you went down fuckin told on yoself
That's why my circle so tight, cause ion fuck wit you squares
Those cold nights in that cell, where were you was you there
[Hook:]
If you ain't ridin, don't even act like you ridin
Cause I ain't tryna be out here wastin' my time
Keep it real, don't leave me in the blind
Cause I ain't tryna be out here thinkin you mine
Don't be having me out here thinkin you ridin
If I can't call on you, stop bangin' my line
Ion want nobody to be feedin' me lies
Cause Ion even be like to swallow my pride
I.M.Y (Miss You) lyrics - Kodak Black
Damn girl, You so fine, I had missed you
I thought I was never gon see you, nah
Shit crazy
At times I thought a nigga wouldn’t ever see ya
But now I'm back out here and I won’t ever leave ya
I was wilin' with my strap, I was totin' ninas
You know I pull up in the jag I want you in a bimmer
Tell my momma you my one and only girl I need ya
Tell my baby, you my lady, I just wanna please ya
I be pullin' on yo hair when I be stroking deeper
I know you don’t like that smell when I be smoking reefer
You my favorite alphabet, they just wanna be ya
I remember poppin' checks, runnin’ up the meter
I can take you to a place you thought you'd never go
I can do some things for you, you thought impossible
Man sometimes I just be thinkin' I won't ever make it
Cause I be goin' thru a lot of situations
I'ma keep it real with you, girl I'm infatuated
I'ma show you that I love you I will never fake it
I remember drinking lean, living like the matrix
I always see you in my dreams, I love to see you naked
Girl you know I'm from the streets, yeah I'm a project baby
Wonderin’ would you stay with me if I don’t ever make it
[Hook:]
Girl I miss you, I love ya
And I can't wait to touch ya
Girl you know that I just wanna kiss you and hug ya
Hold me down when I’m gone, I got in a lil trouble
But one day I be home and together we gon' bubble
I'm forever your lil hustler
You so bad I don't want to see you fuckin' with no busta
To see your face again It got me captivated
Keep it real with me what you been doing lately
I need a jump right in that pussy, I feel like a virgin
After you drop that neck I'm gonna drop some verses
I ain't seen you in so long it got me feelin’ nervous
I’m sorry for leaving you, ain’t do that shit on purpose
[Hook:]
Girl I miss you, I love ya
And I can't wait to touch ya
Girl you know that I just wanna kiss you and hug ya
Hold me down when I’m gone, I got in a lil trouble
But one day I be home and together we gon' bubble
Institution lyrics - Kodak Black
Institution baby girl what it is
How you doing
Send me a kite
You keep a nigga grinding
I'm missing you, I'm like what you doing?
What you getting into baby who you screwing?
I'm missing you, I'm like what you doing?
Trying to get to you but I'm in institution
I'm in institution
Trying to get to you but I'm in institution
I got to write you a kite, I got to keep it real
I don't know when I'm coming home, that's how I really feel
I know its getting to you bad probably shedding tears
You hearing rumors they saying I caught 11 years
I hope you understand it's the life I live
And this what come with a street nigga, girl that's what it is
I'm in this situation but could you love me still?
Cause I won't change on you even if I get a record deal
I'm a rip my heart out my chest, I'm a put it in this envelope
They got me way in Virginia with these Virginia folks
Without my momma and my brothers, girl you all I got
Could you send me some pictures cause that would mean a lot
I'm wondering what you doing and where the hell you at
And when I do get back, hope you still where I left you at
And if they send me to jail can you send me a pack?
I'm in here writing raps, I'm in here getting fat
But one day I'll be back, they can't hold me forever
Okay now write me back, I'm waiting on your letter
I'm missing you, I'm like what you doing?
What you getting into baby who you screwing?
I'm missing you, I'm like what you doing?
Trying to get to you but I'm in institution
I'm in institution
Trying to get to you but I'm in institution
If I wasn't paper chasing I'd probably never leave ya side
Institution
Shake Back lyrics - Kodak Black
[Hook:]
I'm not a idol, you can have the fame back
I don't wanna hear your music, boy you can't rap
Girl, you been on my dick, since I done came back
I sent you a letter, I ain't get a page back
He can't even read but he been slinging crack
You better take your jewelry, get your chain snatched
I'm tryna slow down, tryna lay back
You know that money got me beat, I'm tryna shape back
Pokin' one up that lil Jaguar and lil J Black
I'm bout to wear the colored, fuck a Maybach
Free J Green, they tryna get my A-flat
I went up and I done stayed and called the plane back
If rap don't work, then I'm back up on that same crap
You can't leave, baby, you gon' find your way back
He can't even spell, but he can sell dope
Once you come up from that corner, boy you gettin' low
They been lookin' for the boy, think they tryna scope
They gon' pop it, you can lock it, still gettin' poked
I remember you was ballin', now you dead broke
The last time I seen that nigga, he was smokin' pope
I got nigga locked up, and they losin' hope
I don't do it for the hood, I do it for my folks
The neighbors on us, so we hit the bad up
But now I'm on the radio, no more camera
[Hook:]
I'm not a idol, you can have the fame back
I don't wanna hear your music, boy you can't rap
Girl, you been on my dick, since I done came back
I sent you a letter, I ain't get a page back
He can't even read but he been slinging crack
You better take your jewelry, get your chain snatched
I'm tryna slow down, tryna lay back
You know that money got me beat, I'm tryna shape back
I've been stayin' focused since I came back
But I will still push your top, way back
I got some money, a lil power, and some fame too
I just want the money, but they gave me fame too
You ain't really in the hood, I just came through
In the Audi A4 and the paint blue
They gon' love you now but later they gon' hate you
My lil bitch run games and I call her gameroo
I ain't made the lug, but I break the lug
I was fucked up by that movie, now I'm paid in full
Go hard like go, go, do your thing boo
Get that money, just don't let that shit done change you
Left the high early, I ain't go to school
Young nigga bendin' corners in the old school
I just bought a new strap, no that's not my crew
I keep playin' with it, I might swing it on the noose
[Hook:]
I'm not a idol, you can have the fame back
I don't wanna hear your music, boy you can't rap
Girl, you been on my dick, since I done came back
I sent you a letter, I ain't get a page back
He can't even read but he been slinging crack
You better take your jewelry, get your chain snatched
I'm tryna slow down, tryna lay back
You know that money got me beat, I'm tryna shape back
Deep In These Streets lyrics - Kodak Black
I ain't gone sugarcoat nothing
Imma tell you times when I was up
Imma tell you times when I was struggling
When I was starving for that cash
Say I was money hungry
On my ass down bad
I needed food in my stomach
When I be rapping they love it
But I'm out here snapping like fuck it
Keep my head on a swivel
And keep my mind of that money
I ain't worried bout that fame
I fell in love with the game
She be giving me head
I fell in love with her brain
I got love for my niggas
I know they love me the same
When I was going through my struggle
A couple of them changed
It's okay I'm straight
Cause I can hold up my weight
I was locked up in my cell
Had everything on wait
I'm on 1800 block nigga shouts out the bay
Once the road got bumpy
Niggas went the other way!
Everybody forsake me
Ain't no need for debating
I was showing love to niggas
When I knew they was hating
Is it true or you faking?
I was gone on vacation
Now I'm back off vacation
And I'm like fuck nigga pay me
Gotta think before you speak
Cause you don't know what you saying
Started of with a baby
Now I'm riding on daytons
I can't lose I'm just gaining
Once you sleeping I'm waking
You know I love 38s
But I still tote the 380
I'm a project baby
I'm tryna hit the suburbs
I'm tired of looking over my shoulder
Posted up on the curb
Posted up tryna serve
You wasn't there
You just heard
I be going with the flow
I just look back and observe
Got a trick up my sleeves
I got a lick for them D's
Got your bitch on her knees
She suck my dick with no teeth
I say Mamma I can't swim
But I'm knee deep in these streets
I'm like fuck the industry
Because I'm deep in these streets
Gospel lyrics - Kodak Black
All attention on me (on me)
Is anybody witnessing the preach? (oh who hear me?)
Louie V linen to the T (oh I'm clean)
Baby I ain't Christian, I'm street (from the street)
Go, go, jump out cha' seat (everybody)
Stepping through, Guiness on my feet (anybody)
Its coming, I can feel it in me (all mighty)
Maybe its the spirit in me (somebody)
I'm spittin', I be gettin' really deep (in my body)
Sinning please, Lord forgive me (forgive me, look)
I wonder, could you even hear me? (could you hear me? Look)
I ain't been gettin' no sleep (no sleep)
My family depending on me (on me)
Addicted to the benjis, I be geeked (I be geekin')
Lately, I been stealing all week (I'm schemin')
Hungry, so I'm stealing just to eat (so I'm schemin')
Even though I steal, I ain't a thief (but I'm schemin')
Shawty keep feeling on me (oh I)
She love me like she worshiping me (It's alright)
She ain't praying, but she on her knees (all mighty)
I'm about to bless her like she sneezed (all mighty)
Together, we Adam and Eve (and Eve)
If I'm blind, help a nigga see (me see)
Cuban link, fitted on me (on me)
Chandelier glistening, on me (on me)
And I pay my tie, each week (my dues)
Damn I'm really feeling the peace (oh I do)
Maybe it's the jigga in me (jiggaboo)
I put my fucking pistol in me (.32)
Oh I'm jiggin
Ooh ooh
Maybe its the jigga
Aye, amazing grace
Come on now [x3]
I never would've made it
Without you [x2]
Get Up lyrics - Kodak Black
Gotta get up, babe
I was on my ass, boy, I say, boy I gotta get up
and make me some money boy, that's all I gotta give boy
For real, when you broke, you a joke
[Hook:]
I was on my ass, said "fuck it, I gotta get up"
Remember I was down bad, funny how the kid up
Had to get my shit up, nigga run that shit up
Aye, pick it up, I'm out here tryna get it up, don't hit me up
It's the project baby, I been out here since the jitter bug
Swiper no swipin', just been runnin' round stealin' stuff
Bitch, you ain't my daddy, fuck the teacher and the principal
A damn shame, I dropped outta school to be a criminal
I'm different from these niggas, ain't nothin' like the typical
And nah, I ain't start that shit, It's just the principle
I ain't got no image, I ain't gotta keep no image up
But you can call me Kodak, she see and she wanna flick it up
I'm in the field, flyin' that D, I'm like the cimena
I'm in your girl, flyin' that D, I'm gettin' physical
Nigga think you fuckin' with me, I'm not feelin' em'
Any nigga run up on me, boy I'm sinnin' em'
[Hook:]
I was on my ass, said "fuck it, I gotta get up"
Remember I was down bad, funny how the kid up
Had to get my shit up, nigga run that shit up
Aye, pick it up, I'm out here tryna get it up, don't hit me up
Bitch, I'm on my grown man, I'm just here for 4 bands
Park the stolo at my neighbor house, they called the tow man
I won't bend, ain't foldin', I won't back down from no man
Scopin' and pokin', they hit the cash for gold man
I was 14, when I met the cash for gold man
See me when you see me, lil buddy, stop the commotion
All that talk you doin' just givin' me free promotion
Nigga, if you ain't gon' use it, then why you totin' it
Remember I was on my dick, now I let my nuts hang
Trappin' off my Que Sera, it's the busta bus thing
Early in the mornin', she callin' me, tryna complain
I told her "ain't no love goin' on, it's just a fuck thing"
[Hook:]
I was on my ass, said "fuck it, I gotta get up"
Remember I was down bad, funny how the kid up
Had to get my shit up, nigga run that shit up
Aye, pick it up, I'm out here tryna get it up, don't hit me up
For real bitch
Hell yeah
Wrist band
Haa
Get that shit up
Run that shit up
They didn't
Fed Up lyrics - Kodak Black
with my niggas switchin' sides
I'm so fed up with these bitches and the lies
I'm so fed up you see the anger in my eyes
I'm so fed up with being sick and tired
I'm so fed up somebody might die
I'm so fed up with these niggas in disguise
I keep my head up cause I'm too strong to cry
I'm so fed up that I wish that I could fly
I just asked my homie could he help me bounce back
Shit so fucked up he ain't even hit me back
Everything good right now but I was on my back
I'm good though I just had to see if ya had my back
Fam just caught a charge and he took the time and rolled
T-Bird went down, he bitched out and told
[?] caught an L and that pressure made him fold
How come street niggas ain't livin' by the code?
I'm so iced out fucked around and caught a cold
I done ran my bands up I just came from up the road
I'm so fed up of these petty ass hoes
I'm so fed up I'm blowin' kush out my nose
All these bitches want a lil piece of my thang
All these niggas want a lil piece of my fame
I'm so fed up I put codeine in my drank
All this stress I feel stranded in the rain
Got me in the booth I'm rappin' my pain
I'm so fed up it make me wanna sang
I'm so fed up I'm going insane
I'm so fed up I went and copped the chain
Then I copped the bezels, I love the blang blang
And about whatever, I love to bang bang
They so pathetic man you niggas is lame
Ya'll ain't ready man you niggas can't hang
[Hook:]
I'm so fed up with these niggas playin' real
I'm so fed up I just popped me a pill
I don't understand what's goin' on here
My co-defendant went down, fucked around and squealed
I'm so fed up I'm loadin' up my clip
All my life I've been runnin' in the field
I'm so fed up I put diamonds on my ear
I'm so fed up I pulled up in a spill
Sticky 1 lyrics - Sticky 1
Totin', aye
That project baby two, hell yeah
But right now, this that institution
Yeah, for real man
For all that time I was down, man
They said I caught 11 years, man
Fuck that shit, look it, man
I do this shit bad, on the real, nigga
I never seen the work, dawg
Look, this for all that time when I was lost, they left me stranded
See, I don't even do this for myself, this for my family
I made a lot of mistakes, made it off circumstances
That could've ruined my life, I'm bout to sign with Atlantic
Look, God be lookin' out for me, he gave me several chances
I sent him a lot of prayers, he sent me a lot of places
My momma said "Imma make it" told me that it's destined
I put in a lot of work, and now my dreams manifestin'
Project baby, I cultivated, do somethin' amazin'
I pulled up, all that bullshit, I just couldn't take it
I thought it was over for a minute, a bad situation
I was so far away from home, but I just emancipated
I'm just so captivated, that I could be here again
So fascinatin', to see my people again
Swear I tried to leave the streets, but they was pullin' me in
My nigga rolled a statement on me, I thought he was my friend
I can't even pretend
I love to jump on these beats
Tell my fans what I'm feelin' deeply inside of me
This what's inside of me, y'all a big part of me
I'm sorry for leavin' y'all, this my apology
I just hope y'all believe it, got trues and paid dues
But it ain't easy as queasy, it's like I'm here for a reason
I just hit rock bottom, I thought everything was sweet
But many niggas so sour, man
My cousin had me sellin' powder, I was bumpin' em off
We used to bag em up, and keep it all at my momma house
All my niggas out there livin', just keep livin' it up
All my life, in the projects, I was livin' it rough
When I was down and out, ain't nobody really gave a fuck
They ain't really down with you, they only down when you up
I used to be that cafe fit, the full holster in the cut
A young nigga, sixteen, with Remy in my cup
I had to take a Gatorade, braid, ran to these streets
I had to cut my niggas, showin' they were playin' for keeps
That's all a nigga has to tell ya, they were leechin' on me
I ain't even charging them, getting fame for free
When I was in a sticky one, they ain't show no support
Before I learned how to swim, I jumped straight off the porch
We know a nigga from the south, hittin' licks up in north
I used to play ball, but now I'm in a whole other court
I'm married to the game, we ain't never tryna divorce
Fell in love with the game, I gave a bitch intercourse
Oh, you thought this shit was over with? Nigga you crazy
Kodak Black, I bounce back, like a foreigner baby
Boy this ain't no fugaze, run it back, yeah it's true
Ain't none of this no fugaze, what I be spittin' to you
Cuz I just get in the booth
And I be spittin' the truth
How I be spittin' to you, you think I'm missin' a tooth
How I be whippin' the coupe, you think I'm missin' no roof
Catch me playin' with the chick, like cock a doodle doo
I was out there on the jigga, call your boy jiggaboo
I ain't talkin' cereal, but I be gettin' the loop
Ha ha
Hell yeah, man
Kodak, keep movin'
You can do it
This that Institution
Free my nigga Kol
This Life lyrics - Kodak Black
Shit just crazy dawg
You know, when niggas fall victim to the system
Nigga get accustom to the street violence
Damn, I've been fucked up and got caught up in this life (shit deep)
I've been tryin', but I can't get my circle right (niggas crazy)
It's consequences and repercussions when you thuggin' (I'm out here thuggin')
I'm doin' my thing, so now they trippin' all of a sudden (I be trippin' on em)
I ain't trippin', I'm just tryna get this money (I'm just tryna get this money)
Road runnin', state to state, I just been duffin' (I just been duffin')
Yeah, you pretty, but your personality ugly, girl
She gon be up for me, even when I'm strugglin'
My daddy left us, left us at the house with nothin'
But I ain't trippin', I kind of like what I'm becomin'
Once a nigga get a little Fetty, boy, they comin' (you know they comin')
Ready or not, you better be ready, cause they comin' (cause they comin')
Keep it real with yourself, fuck a bitch (fuck a bitch)
You just gotta remain yourself, never switch (never change that)
I'm the last nigga left to do this shit (the only one)
Because it ain't nobody else doin' this shit (the chosen one)
I'm still workin', I ain't perfect, but I'm tryin' (but I'm tryin')
Mama, I don't like to see you when you cryin' (fuck you cryin' for?)
Even though I'm probably the reason why you cryin' (wipe your eyes out)
Cause I be in some shit, majority of the time (we fine though)
Stick and move, and I be maneuverin', and I be swift (swift)
Road runnin', it be hard to catch my trail (hard to catch my trail)
Your life ain't tired, wear the bow, but it's still a gift (it's still a gift)
You can have all the money in the world, you still a bitch (you still a bitch)
Why you out here, flaggin', like you bout that life (he ain't bout that life)
When you want another nigga, black and white (nigga deaf as hell)
I'm just doin' what the fuck I want, cause this my life (cause this my life)
Already got it, I ain't tryna earn no stripes (I ain't tryna earn no stripes)
Now everybody wanna text me, but nobody sent my kite (ain't nobody sent me no fix)
I was livin' in the dark, but I'm just blessed to see the light
You know I hit them with that poker, but I'm special with the mic
I done took so many losses, thought I'd never get it right (get it right)
Dancin' with the devil will have you sittin' up in the cell block
Nigga ain't give me shit, out here gettin' licks, I had to sell rock
All I wanted was my dope boy Reeve, fuck the shell top
No diversity, we just burnin' in a meltin' pot
Young niggas wylin', we just burnin' round here, breakin' out
Everybody know that you get locked up, go to sellin' out
I use to fuck with bruh, I hear he tellin' now
Like Dat lyrics - Kodak Black
Sniper game, Kodak
Cause I got it by myself
Skrrt, skrrt, aye, skrrt, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
Free lil Kodak, free lil tap boy
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (aye, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (aye, Kodak, Kodak)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (aye, aye)
Nigga, I don't need no pharmacy
I be smokin' broccoli, they say it's good for my health (aye, aye)
I'm from the No, my lil bitch from the Def
I like my money fast, you movin' like a snail
All I smoke is L's, on that paper trail
Can't you tell? I got clientele on my Nextel
I don't need your help, got it on my own
This a million dollar phone, but I ain't got no ring tone (aye, aye, aye)
Kodak, why you keep that thing on you? (aye, aye)
Cause I ain't got no time to play with you
All I do is win, I hate to lose
Got your boo dancin', cause that's what them bands make her do (make her dance)
I'm smokin' broccoli, count this green (count this green, nigga, aye)
I'm on molly, I'm on lean (I put molly in my lean, nigga)
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (with my niggas, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (in my lean, aye)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (by myself)
Nigga, I don't need no pharmacy
I be smokin' broccoli, they say it's good for my health (aye, aye, Kodak)
Kodak, why you always in the foreign? (in the foreign car)
Cause if it ain't foreign, then it's borin' (that's a boring car)
I'm chasin' dreams, while you snorin'
Kodak Black, might be yellow, but her favorite color orange (color orange, boy)
Please don't call my phone no more, I'm on tour (bitch, I'm on tour)
Only two can fit, fuck a four door (fuck a four door)
Nigga, this a jag, this is not a Ford (not a Ford)
Polo, to the floor, fuck that Tom Ford (poppin' molly)
Nigga, this a Rollie, fuck that Michael Kors (fuck that shit)
I made her move in slowly, cause I poured a four (I'm on that shit)
Got her on her knees, like "forgive me lord" (fuck that bitch)
I remember pullin' schemes, way in Baltimore (remember I was hittin' licks)
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (with my niggas, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (in my lean, aye)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (by myself, aye)
Nigga, I don't need no pharmacy
I be smokin' broccoli, they say it's good for my health (I'm the healthy kid)
Real Nigga Files lyrics - Kodak Black
[Police sirens]
Real nigga files (hell yeah)
Project files (yes sir)
(everything 1k dawg)
Yeah (institution, for real man)
(you gotta stand firm, dawg, you gotta stay solid)
Project baby two, comin' out soon (for real)
(look, Kodak, Kodak)
Aye man, nigga got this lil burden off my back, dawg (for real)
Time to celebrate (weight off a niggas shoulders)
(got my feet back on the ground a lil bit)
Look, I've been in this shit for a lil minute, I'm gettin' lonely now
Constant conversations with my lady, she gon' hold it down
My nigga, he just got out of the gram, he got locked up again
I be feelin' like it's my fault that he right back in
He just wanted a lil money, and I knew a way how
I told him to pack his bags, we goin' out of town
And shit, I knew the best option for us to stay down
But fuck all that, we young niggas, we need it right now, man
Shit get crazy, when you in these types of places
Shit don't even feel the same no more, everybody changin'
It's amazin', when you make it, made it out your situation
And surprise everybody, you should see these niggas faces
I done took a lot of losses
I done caught a lot of cases
Had to cut my nigga off, man I just couldn't shake it
Used to treat him like a brother, but that nigga so shady
I hate it, but this the life of a project baby
I'm here, and I'm plannin' on blowin' this year
Disappear, into spirit, wrist shine like chandelier
They tellin' lies like Pinocchio, they don't even know me though
But they wanna ride for me, they ain't even rode before
Rollin' like a roller-coast, backwood, I'm rollin' dope
Told my future bright, yesterday I read my horoscope
I remember, I was in a jam, they said "it's over for"
Young nigga, addicted to them bands, I'm bout to overdose
Institution, this that project music
Paper chase, on the interstate, stick and movin'
Throwin' rocks at the chain gang
Out here tryna slay Cain
Asked God to forgive a nigga, but I just do the same thing
Cause I'm still on the same shit
And I'm still with the same clique
My girl is still around with me
I'm still with the same bitch
I'm still on the same strip
I'm still on the same corner
Now a young nigga smokin' crip
Remember I used to slanes on em
I get in the booth and spit that fire, I put that flame on you
Rollin' off a monkey girl, come let me put this thing on you
Your niggas ain't your niggas, catch a charge and they gon' sing on you
They gon' turn the state on you
Switch, and put the blame on you
Now you want this head, don't you?
Now you wan't em dead, don't you?
I will pop a chance on em
Could of went fed on em
Back on my feet, my muscle up, it's time to flex on em
If a nigga slippin' with that pack, I go finesse, homie
(finesse homie, finesse homie)
[Police sirens]
Wake N Bake lyrics - Kodak Black
Get a lil Kodak, man
This for all my niggas on the paper chase, man
Do whatever it take to get that cake, man
Ain't no other way tryna hit the street, man
[Hook:]
Look, put me in the game, I'm just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin' purple, every mornin' they gon' wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin', call it wake n break
Put me in the game, I'm just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin' purple, every mornin' they gon' wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin', call it wake n break
Call it February, how I drop a 28
Put me in the game, coach, so I can make a play
All my people, in the bleacher's, we gon' celebrate
When my homie crossed over, had to fade away
This for everybody, grew up off of section 8
Keep your head up, cause you gon' see a better day
Wake n bake, smokin' purple, buzz like a grape
Wake n pray, pick your winners, then get in your place
Stephen Curry for the guap, 30 to your face
So much money on my mind, I can't even think
You can't even close your eyes, niggas come and take
Watch the niggas you around, don't you even play
Boy, I swear to God, I just caught another case
Tired of makin' momma cry, stressin', losin' weight
Baby, I can't be your hero, I can't save the day
But, I'm superman fly, with my fuckin' cape
[Hook:]
Look, put me in the game, I'm just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin' purple, every mornin' they gon' wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin', call it wake n break
Put me in the game, I'm just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin' purple, every mornin' they gon' wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin', call it wake n break
All my niggas takin' chances, I know how it go
Wake n break, poke your window, we just pop and go
Playin' with them bands, I ain't talkin' rock n roll
This for all my niggas locked up, eatin' sloppy joes
All my niggas hungry, they say they need a plate
Put me in the game, coach, so I can lead the way
I'm just glad to be here, to see another day
Road runnin', gotta get it, head that other way
I need a meal, but for now, I need a hunnid K
You gon' get it, if you wait, that's what my momma say
I had dreams of bein' a man, since the second grade
While you niggas gettin' pussy, I'm just gettin' paid
Gettin' jacked, boy, car jackin', switchin' lanes
Yeah, we found a chop shop, took it with a day
Came up, off of cash, for gold snatchin' chains
How I'm finna shine, everybody throwin' shade
[Hook:]
Look, put me in the game, I'm just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin' purple, every mornin' they gon' wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin', call it wake n break
Put me in the game, I'm just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin' purple, every mornin' they gon' wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin', call it wake n break
Thankful lyrics - Kodak Black
You see me, let me tell you bout me
A nigga like me, I'm prayed for
I'm thankful for everything
God just hear my prayer, I just know I'm alive
Every mornin' when I wake, I hit my knees, and pray
I'm so thankful, I learn a new lesson everyday
I was schemin', runnin' wild, and then I caught a case
I was locked up in a cage, that's when it all came to my brain
Keep your head up, Kodak, get out there, just do your thing
Get your bread up, Kodak, you ain't got no time to play
I was fed up, lost a lot, but never lost my faith
Cause there's reason's, I go through what I'm goin' through today
Had to tell myself, "Kodak, you don't bother, you in trouble"
Had to tell myself, "Fuck my friends, cause all I got is my brothers"
Then I told myself, "Fuck these hoes, all I need is my mother"
Cause I realize, that I wouldn't be shit without my mama
Please forgive me Lord, know you understand that it's a struggle
Just a lil boy, in these streets, got caught up with the hustle
This for my two brother's, all we got is each other
I would be nothin' without em, that's why I love em
I gotta say prayer, I gotta stay positive
Imma step up to the plate, won't run a way, like my father did
Try to put my nigga on, but he didn't stick to the code
I ain't tryin' that shit no more, I'm just gon' keep my focus on
I gotta keep movin' forward, I can't get caught up in my ways
I been lost out here like pacman, feelin' like I'm in a maze
Steady leanin' off promethazine, I ain't got no medicate
It's destined I'm gon' see my blessings, gon' be better days
You wasn't worried bout me then, why you worried bout me now?
Thank the Lord for what I got, cause I use to wear Fila
Niggas tryna boss me out, been up, but I've been down a lot
Everything is temporary, don't get comfortable in your spot
You could be droppin' your girl at work, he'll be runnin' up in your spot
My niggas locked up, watchin' the clock, I can't wait until he drop
Kinda brace up on the wall, when I talk they drop the wall
You should want me to excel, why you wanna see me fall?
I been coughin' all night, it done really got severe
They say I should get it cured, before it get even worse
So they gave me cough drops, but I'm drinkin' cough syrup
In the coupe, I'm tryna splurge, and I'm fine off the herbs
Skrrt, skrrt
Back On My Feet lyrics - Kodak Black
[Hook:]
They ain't really fuckin with me
They be showing fake love
They just wanna turn up with me
They just wanna hit the club
They ain't really with a nigga
They just wanna smoke my weed
They just wanna take a picture
They just wanna drink my lean
I be on that money shit nigga this the money team
I be on that junky shit nigga Ima money fiend
I was locked up in Virginia cause I hit for 30 Gs
Once them crackas let me out
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet
And I'm still finessing I be flexing nigga you know me
I ain't talking cereal nooooo
I got that loop on me
All my niggas on them beans
We higher than Pluto be
We can't hit no licks
Cause if them crackas get you you gone sing
If It come down to it i know what you gone do
So homie I ain't tryna take no chances tryna fuck with you
Oh my god that's Kodak black he jus so fuckn cute
They know they can't see lil black
Nigga I'm that fucking dude
I will pull up on a nigga block and have a photo shoot
They jus wanna hit the club with me and hit the photo booth
[Hook:]
They ain't really fuckin with me
They be showing fake love
They just wanna turn up with me
They just wanna hit the club
They ain't really with a nigga
They just wanna smoke my weed
They just wanna take a picture
They just wanna drink my lean
I be on that money shit nigga this the money team
I be on that junky shit nigga Ima money fiend
I was locked up in Virginia cause I hit for 30 Gs
Once them crackas let me out
I got right back on my feet
They just wanna hit the scene with me and get on Instagram
I remember eating boyardee
But now I'm eating shrimp
He just wanna get a name off me
Ion fuck with him
They just wanna get some fame off me
Ion fuck with them
Why your girl be on my Twitter
Swear I'm bout to block the bitch
I won't let her touch a nigga
She can't even suck my dick
I just wanna change my life
I just hope I get a deal
I just wanna cash out on a check
And buy my mamma a crib
[Hook:]
They ain't really fuckin with me
They be showing fake love
They just wanna turn up with me
They just wanna hit the club
They ain't really with a nigga
They just wanna smoke my weed
They just wanna take a picture
They just wanna drink my lean
I be on that money shit nigga this the money team
I be on that junky shit nigga Ima money fiend
I was locked up in Virginia cause I hit for 30 Gs
Once them crackas let me out
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet
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
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
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