Midas Touch lyrics - Kodak Black

100% Juice

I got the Midas Touch in my heart, this how I put on blue

They left me in the mud, I grew just like a flower do

My love for money ain't really nothin', my family valuable

They say it's up, so when you get to bussin' shit, they ride on you

My time precious, spend a pretty penny on my left wrist

My dawg reckless, it's a bag, I let 'em go fetch it (Go fetch it)

This shit get treacherous, rock a trench coat in the trenches

I hope my fam' don't ever never tell or show our messages

I need a Black to boost my high

I don't wanna rap 'til I shoot my guy

I'ma get my mans, did you live? If I don't see 'em, I settle for his next kin

But I'ma get him and I never meant to bring no pain again

But I wouldn't wanna be 'em when niggas pull up in that Benz, they won't miss him

This for them niggas sittin' behind the fence, bruh gon' stay free

Y'all speak through me every chance, I represent

And it ain't y'all fault completely, it's the life we forced to live

My nigga wanna see me dead 'cause I be shinin' more than him

Watch me shinin' more than him

I'm shinin', yeah

I said, "Fuck, you were my nigga, you costin' me first"

I'm a sniper in designer baby, made my feet hurt

'Cause I was steppin' all night in Jimmy Choo's

Don't change a thing about you, that's what you need to do

'Cause I'm already fucked up 'bout ya, just you being you

I, get on stage, I feel I might cry

Nigga wasn't raised with much, but we tried

I get on the stage, I sing 'til I die

Nigga, I done prayed for this all my life (All my life)

There's heaven for a gangsta, I know that's a lie

Nigga never gave me nothin', I had to rob

I was in a dangerous place, I found love

I was in the strangest place when I-

When I see you, I'ma take yo' soul

It's best when we do (Best when we do what?), and we take it slow, yeah

I'm shinin', yeah

Said, "Fuck, you were my nigga, you costin' me first"

I'm a sniper in designer, baby girl, my feet hurt

'Cause I was steppin' all night in Jimmy Choo's

I, get on the stage, I feel I might cry

Nigga wasn't raised with much, but we tried

I get on the stage, I sing 'til I die

Nigga, I done prayed for this all my life (All my life)

There's heaven for a gangsta, I know that's a lie

Nigga never gave me nothin', I had to rob

I was in a dangerous place, I found love

I was in the strangest place when I-

Sink My Ship lyrics - Kodak Black

Twenty-six, thirteen, six

And where you from?

1800 block

And where that's at?

Pompano

And what we is?

We gangsters

Fo' red bitches fuckin' on me 'cause I'm lit

Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm crip

Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip

Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship

Fo' red bitches fuckin' on me 'cause I'm lit

Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm crip

Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip

Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship

I'm a Zo, I ain't no ho, I be on go and plus my niggas comin'

Streets done taught me well, I'm droppin' knowledge on my lil' son

If a nigga hit you, we don't fight back, we gon' kill somethin'

I say what I want, do what I want, 'cause I don't feel nothin' (Glee)

These niggas hate the way that I'm progressin'

They all hate to see me be the person that I'm destined

I be goin' way too hard when I don't try to

These blues goin' in my pockets like I'm Piru

Fo' red bitches fuckin' on me 'cause I'm lit

Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm crip

Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip

Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship

Fo' red bitches fuckin' on me 'cause I'm lit

Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm crip

Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip

Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship

These nigga out here so shiesty

So I gotta be way more shiesty

It's like I'm chasing after pipe dreams

It's like I'm holding on to tight screens

It's like nothin' don't excite me no more

All I think about is sniping, oh Lord

All I think about is killing people

All I think about is being evil

Fo' red bitches fuckin' on me 'cause I'm lit

Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm crip

Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip

Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship

Fo' red bitches fuckin' on me 'cause I'm lit

Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm crip

Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip

Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship

Nothin' don't even make me happy no more, son, you hear me?

Yeah

These niggas out here slimy so I gotta be grimey

Okay

I love you

I love you

Alright

Fo' red bitches fuckin' on me 'cause I'm lit

Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm crip

Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip

Niggas hatin' on me, tryna sink a nigga ship

Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm crip, ayy

Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip

Fo' red bitches jumpin' on me like I'm crip, ayy

Leakin' on me, shawty got that sauce, she got that drip

Usain Boo lyrics - Kodak Black

Money, color peacock

Thuggin' in my Reeboks, cut the dreads and re-lock

Buck the feds, I buck the feds, you buck the feds and link up

I'ma Z but my diamonds V cuts, who got it disguised as free lunch

I don't want nothin' free, bring me a Cardi B

Nickname Cardiak, makin' it hard to match

I whip me a harder batch

I took every loss, I knew I was gon' win for the better

Young nigga with the crazy crew, they think he playin' with the devil

Like, ain't it true you like to sang to the devil?

Keep the stick like crazy glue, but I had to put it together

Usain baby blue, I blew more change on the leather

Young nigga move like Baby Ruth, you know I swang with the metal

Mhm, Deja who? I been upgraded from heffer

I got the finger phone booth, I'm gettin' through to these tethered

Usain ain't nothin' new, I hit the trap with a special

Like the New York Times, you square, how you gon' play with a stepper?

Mhm, Megan, you know you ain't created that animal

Say I'd rather go blind, swear, I ain't tryna see it and detect it

Usain ain't no boo, I ran it up in Margiela

Usain ain't nothin' baby, Usain ain't no boo

Usain ain't no boo, I'm comin' fast when I'm in here

You in that bathing suit? Gon' have some problems when I get here (Yeah)

In that baiting suit, I'ma buy some condoms 'fore I get here

In that bathing suit, okay, you in a bathing suit, ya

Audi like Olympics, but the engine came up out a 'Vette

Usain ain't nothin' new, I'm crossin' tracks, like I'ma Haitian pack

Cocaine kangaroo the trap, jumpin', junkies comin' back

Me and Fredo higher than a bitch, think we smokin' crack

Even when we ain't together, we together, bae that's anyway

Ain't never met no bitch who ride that dick just like DiJonai

"Kodak, you better not play, make it safe," that's what my mama say

Jancoby you the realest, you my boo, uh-huh, Ella Mai

Usain and a baby paid the rent, off the Sprint phone

Everything baby blue, I'm smokin' deuce, like I'm Bigalow

Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing

Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing, bing

Bing, bing, bing, I'm on lean, I'm on beans, yeah

Bing, bing, bing, I hit her once, she gon' cling

Bing, bing, bing, Kodak bop turned to murder wop

Bing, bing, bing, you comin' here, panties comin' off

Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'

Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'

Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'

Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'

Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'

Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'

Juggin' and stickin' and rollin' and geekin'

Rollin' and geekin', rollin' and geekin'

Vulnerable (Free Cool) lyrics - Kodak Black

In the world I be in

(Let the BandPlay)

I guess you wonder where I been

I'm searchin' to find a love within'

How you gon' love me, I don't love myself

All night flights, I'm neglectin' my health

I'm totin' hammers, chasin' after death

Said I was vibin' this time

I got a thing for you, baby, I don't know what it is

Everybody love to hate me, I don't know what I did

Ride on my face, baby, sit on my lip

I got yo' water runnin' (Mhm-mhm)

I want you to conceive my kid, pee on this stick

I think I did me somethin' last time I was here

I'm so committed, I would die for what I live for

Some people may not ever find what they dreamed of

So love you for you, I go dive in and deep in

Sometimes might even compromise what I believe in

I miss my brother Cool, I'm out here by myself, it got me vulnerable

And I done been betrayed, don't even care to hide it, cost me in my face

Fucked up once, so many times it feels weird, somebody keeps it real

You'll switch on anything and anybody dawg, if you ain't ridin'for this

I gave you all the game, I gave you all the information to hurt me

Sat down and taught you all the ways for you to hurt me

Killin' my liver with the liquor and the Perkys

Thanks for the losses and the gains on this journey

Wanna kill my nigga, but I really want the help from it

I got some things buried, I still ain't never healed from it

You fooled me once, you can't get the good me a second way

Matter fact, I lost track of myself in the first place

I miss my brother Cool, I'm out here by myself, it got me vulnerable

I'm walkin' 'round with my hands out beggin' for love

I need anybody

God know peace and left this private

I can't do nothin' private

I miss my brother Cool, I'm out here by myself, it got me vulnerable

You left me in the cold with nobody to warn me

Nobody understood me 'cause nobody know me

Came back to let you know that even though you hurt me, I can't let you go

Elite Division lyrics - Kodak Black

(Zaytoven)

Kodak

I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars

And even though I'm rich, I still keep 'em near me

I gotta change my surroundings and everybody who around me

It seem like shit don't go right when they with me

I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars

But now I'm gettin' further, I don't want no dealings

Used to be fucked up 'bout my niggas and my bitches

But they took me up through there a few times, now I ain't got no feelin'

My aunty told me "Slow down, you in an elite division"

My uncle told me "Get from 'round, them niggas don't like you in it"

Had to get put in this position to see it myself

I forgot about me, I was taking care of everybody else

I was in the cell and I was hollerin' at my nigga Ced

On the vent, he said he heard them niggas want me dead

I called home, they said his friends got hit in the head

I hope you never change, we Sniper Gang until the end

My brother, my cousin, my niggas down there in the feds

Even though he ain't ride for me, every chance I get I'ma send you bread

You ain't gotta remind me how to be real, I already know how I play

Look at us now, my nigga, remember when we was smoking red

Miss Cammy, miss Red, lil' DT, that's my brother too

I know what I said hurt you, but you had hurt me too

I'm drankin' purple juice in the studio and spinnin' 'round

Rocking that G-Shock in the cell block, you killing time

I'm from the 'No, they already know how I be getting down

I switched my flow on them lil' niggas who tried to steal my sound

I'm taking losses back to back, I heard them say I lost

Numbers back up, fuck everybody who countin' out

I'm going up top, this shit, got hot, I had to switch the route

I'm the one who made the way, niggas tried to play like they forgot

I was out the door when I was a youngin, I ain't have no money

By the time the fame came, none of these things ain't mean nothing

I'm on the ugly how I used to

But it's just now all my thuggin' be on YouTube

This shit ain't changed me, nigga, it changed y'all

I been on the same block for three days with the same drawers

So what's up nigga, what it is?

Redid the guts on the Chevy Chevelle

I was lookin' up to Cool as a shorty

I wanted to walk like that nigga, all ears when he talkin'

The whole project used to scream "Free Pac"

Did thirteen, his face clean, everybody loved him, he solid

Ever since Malcolm Elementary, everybody knew I'd be in penitentiary

And the way everybody switchin', I know God got somethin' for me so I ain't fuckin' trippin'

Omega lyrics - Kodak Black

DzyOnDaBeat

Got my education in prison

Got my education, like, from the trenches, from the-

From the block, I'm sayin'

Being involved and all that, yeah

I got my education in prison, but I can't go to college

I run with all the older boys, but I don't pay no homage

I can't forget this shit I did, I hope it don't come and haunt me

'Cause if I die I'll probably fry and I don't wanna be no omelette

I see the reaper when I lay down, I'm sleepin' when I'm walkin'

Nightmares be comin' easy, sweet dreams don't come too often

I remember, shit the other day

I remember I was talkin' to my shawty, I say

"I don't remember gettin' your mama pregnant, but you came from my loins

I can't even bring you to Chuck-E-Cheese, she be takin' my coin"

She be puttin' them people in my face, she say I don't be supporting

I was masked up, runnin' in Verizon and T-Mobile stores

'Cause all of my homeboys were robbin' and wanting me to join

Now I be thinkin' 'bout catching bodies when I be gettin' borin'

I was stealin' cars and I ain't know why when I got my own foreign

I be thuggin' hard and I don't know why when all of my niggas be goin'

If I was in the state, I might be straight, I woulda had at least supporting

But now I'm dead, I'm in the feds, then people got no remorse

The judge be givin' me this look, but he don't think I'm gorgeous

He gon' try to hit me with the book, but he don't know my story

Shit been gettin' weird lately, I just play my part

Slidin' in a demon with some demons, tryna catch a corpse

This ain't a 550

In the middle of Valentine I had a different bitch here

I been tryna stop the Perkies, but it ain't workin'

I don't need nobody ridin' with me

I was thinkin' 'bout the hood, my mama say, "Don't go there"

If it don't go my way, this relationship ain't goin' nowhere

I be standin' on the bitch, she say I'm too controllin'

I be standin' on the bitch, she say I'm too controllin'

Standing on niggas, I be steppin' on them

I ain't comin' home until they fix that AC

I been on the road breakin' in vehicles lately

You got murder for hire? I need a job on the spot

Ayo, pass me a lighter, I'm tryna smoke me a opp

That's a Rollie Sky-Dweller, a fly lil' fella, you are

Follow up with Berettas, I send some shells through your car

I'm back in that mode, back on that business

I tell 'em go and crash at the show and book a ticket

I'ma be the one and they know, the one that's killin'

I keep tryna look for a drop, to get 'em dropped

Better make it count on this mission, 'cause slippers count

So what you finna do if he slippin'? Get a mop

Fuck you thought? Know I'm sayin'

Fuck you mean, "What I'ma do when I see 'em"?

Hitting Houses lyrics - Kodak Black

Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly

Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses

I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun

Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge

I don't show love, I got cold blood

I'm on four drugs tryna hold on

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses

I'm on pink Mollys, I'm on brown bombers

I'm on Vicodin, I'm on meth and all

He killed four niggas, he don't want a job

I'm on cold feelings, I don't wanna go so hard

I take flat screens, but I prefer jewelry

I am not a thief, I just love stealin'

I don't leave a mess and I be in a hurry

Ain't you got a check? So why you doin' burglaries?

I get off the topic, uh, I drink lots of coffee, uh

She my new favorite, she from Milwaukee

He gon' think he skatin', uh, let him think he walkin'

Then turn 'round and spark him, I don't like to argue

Made it out the bricks, that shit wasn't easy

Straight up out the wick, I hit big pieces

Credit cards and socials, I get lots of pieces

Gotta yellow poker, but ain't nothin' cheesy, ayy

Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly

Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses

I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun

Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge

I don't show love, I got cold blood

I'm on four drugs tryna hold on

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses

I be cashin' literally, I be breakin' and enterin'

She keep playin' with her clitoris, I almost fuck around, pissed in it

I came home in December, it wasn't even much winter

I'm on nine hundred milligrams, I can't even remember

I ain't no plain jane, everything be busted

I ain't sparin' nothin, I don't care if she busted

Shawty still chasin', but I don't throw no money

I'm in Club Oasis, bust it, baby, bust it

Suck my dick and vomit, I want eggs and omelette

I'm a whole killer, how did I get into college?

I'm a headhunter, I rock Ferragamo

Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly

Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses

I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun

Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge

I don't show love, I got cold blood

I'm on four drugs tryna hold on

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses

Love Isn't Enough lyrics - Kodak Black

(Ayy, Zeuz)

I see your spirit comin' through your shirt

With the slightest touch, I make you squirt

Every time you hurtin', I can tell it

You beautiful with no cosmetics

Baby, spread your legs so I can surf

If I cheat on you, then I'm a jerk

I hope this time we make it work

I'll try to make it last this time and always put you first

Go to school to be a nurse

Anything you tryna do, I'm rockin'

Your body like my vert

You got more curves than the projects

Ooh, child, ooh, child, ooh, child

You got me feelin' like a baby

She from the rough but educated

That dress on you look painted

Our memories last so long, every time you gone, I still can taste it

I'm picturin' you naked

Vivid imagination, social media validation

Me and bae ain't never chasin'

Ooh, child, ooh, child, ooh, child

Many I have felt before, but I'ma save that girl

Can't wait 'til I'm off probation, we gon' travel the world

Pray to God he bless this love and he got all of our steps

If I ain't never went through that phone, I'd probably still be with my ex

You know the ceiling best, don't make me feel like a junkie

Don't make me feel basic, you worth way more than my money

Know you're not tryna use me and abuse me

You're the only girl I can chill with and watch movies with

And, bae, you make me laugh

Everybody else want my all, but they just give me half

And I'm just sayin' like

Just tellin' you I love you isn't enough, my love

Ooh, child, ooh, child, ooh, child

I'ma keep that baby

KTB, girl, trust

Kodak the boss off top, don't never forget it

Take You Back lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Lil Durk)

You know what, I'ma take the L on this one

It's really a W 'cause I'm pursuing my love

And I don't care what nobody gotta say about this

I'ma take you back

(Skip got the bounce, it go crazy)

I'ma take you back, baby, 'cause you took me back before

Yeah, you did me wrong, but I had did you bad way before

I'ma take you back, baby, let's go all the way this time

If I take you back, I swear you better not play this time

I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before

I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good

I'ma call this evening, okay?

I'ma call this evening, okay, baby?

I'ma call this evening, okay?

Ain't no more leavin', okay?

I'ma call this evening, okay, baby?

I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before

I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good, yeah

I'ma call this evening, okay?

Ain't no more leavin', okay?

Ain't no more cheatin', okay?

Let's say when

Don't go misleadin' me, I won't mislead you

I was on the phone with Project Pooh, he said he seen you

You done got your get-back now, okay, we cool

Thought you'll always take me back like ladies do

I'm sorry I ever mistake you for a fool, bae

We done played each other, now let's just play this through, bae

I done read your text and I almost started cryin'

I done read your text and I almost started cryin'

Come on, let's sext like it's the last time

Come on, let's sext like it's the last time

I'ma take you back, baby, 'cause you took me back before (Bae)

Yeah, you did me wrong, but I had did you bad way before (Yeah)

I'ma take you back, baby, let's go all the way this time (Bae)

If I take you back, I swear you better not play this time (Yeah, yeah)

I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before (Oh)

I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good (Oh)

We good

I'ma spend more time with you than in the hood this time

I told 'em you real, you would blam with me

Stood ten toes when they was playin' with me

All these bitches mad you be stayin' with me

Feel way better when you layin' with me (Layin')

I let you hit the lean a few times, you couldn't stand Rémy

Post a pic, you got the world watchin', babe

And you stay trendin' (Yeah)

You got wig for days (Yeah), stay on your shit

You never give a fuck 'bout a bitch (Yeah), stay focused

Don't let your visions change, no one to blame, nowhere to hang

AP cost and it's definitely plain, only on jets, not a regular plane (Regular plane)

Only The Fam', not a regular gang (Regular gang)

I'm from the mud, this is definitely pain

I'm watchin' your Twitter

I watch who you post on the 'Gram, I watch who you crop out the picture (Yeah)

80K for a new smile, you still give me kisses

I got a mouth full of stitches

Please, I'm sorry I cheated, I'm sorry I cheated

Please, you know I need you, and you need me

I'ma take you back, baby, 'cause you took me back before

Yeah, you did me wrong, but I had did you bad way before

I'ma take you back, baby, let's go all the way this time

If I take you back, I swear you better not play this time

I'll take you back 'cause you took me back before

I did you bad, you did me bad, so be good

We good

I'ma spend more time with you than in the hood this time

He Love The Streets lyrics - Kodak Black

Say I gotta get up out these streets ASAP before it's too late

I done been around murderers and burglars and all that shit

But they ain't rich as this

And all the killers and drug dealers I know been tryna weak the streets forever

But they ain't did it yet

'Cause ain't nobody defeat the street life

Tryna run the streets and get away with it

You and your dawg on the block so strong for so long

You get locked and he don't pay a visit

He got sentenced, came home, did a bid, came home

Then went again 'cause he don't get it yet

And the judge gave Midget a hundred years

He wanna come home, but he ain't finished yet

Doin' the wrong things with my power that God gave me

God gave me power, I used it for Satan

Instead of spreadin' love, I be growin' evil

Instead of liftin' my niggas, I tell 'em, "Kill people"

He gon' lie with his heat, he don't need the keys

He'll be fine in these streets, you can let him be

He gon' die in these streets, it ain't no in-between

He gon' die in these streets 'cause he don't wanna leave

Gotta get up out these streets, they say that karma real

Gotta get up out these streets before they kill Bill

He feel like if he ran these streets, then he could run the world

He losin' feelings for his children and his old girl

Losin' feelings for his mama 'nem 'cause he love the streets

He losin' feelings for his family 'nem, his mammy 'nem 'cause he love to beef

Ain't nobody beat the street life, and I already got my street stripes

So I'ma get up out this darkness before my past haunt me

I'm twenty-one, I been here before like a thousand times

I'ma make this song cry, I wrote about a thousand rhymes

Pain, they take me in vain, they entertained by it

Niggas talkin' 'bout my homie and I'm slangin' K's 'bout it

I'm so quick to make this 9 stretch, I'm on that gang violence

Tryna get up out this mindset, it's like I'm chained by it

Gotta switch up all this shit before they get me

And catch me down bad like they did Biggie

They know I'm thuggin' to the tee like my name Grizzley

I'm on the ugly when I'm free, I'm in them same trenches

When I ain't busy, I'm in these streets, I'm in them same trenches

Hangin' with losers, I make 'em forget that they ain't winnin'

My house bigger than his mama crib, but I be still in it

My nigga been gone for five years, but I be still visitin'

I'm sippin' lean and poppin' pills, you think I got the remedy

At least if I got killed in the field, it wouldn't be for anything

'Cause that's where all my lyrics came

So that's where all these millions came

Life gave me lemons, but I ain't know how to make no lemonade

I made grenadine, run around on heavy beans

I'm tryna be a better me, but niggas, they wanna intervene

I took my mama through a bunch, my baby still strong

I heard the good die young, so I gotta live long

Super Gremlin lyrics - Kodak Black

When we could be superstars

We been rather wreckin' cars (Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?)

What is at stakes for us?

Kickin' off power mirrors

Yeah, we could be superstars

But I'm pretty sure our time is up

And so we fell off the spinning tops

Don't know, maybe for trial (ATL Jacob)

But way more error (ATL Jacob)

Say you my nigga, I'ma be your killer

Nobody gon' play with you when I'm with you

Go against any nigga, like fuck this glitter

Skeet off third, I'm busy

I put it in for you, I spin for you

Whatever you with, I'm with it

How you gon' cross a nigga that was rockin' with you?

I got you lit in the city

I been multitaskin'

Rappin' and bein' a daddy to my lil' children

I been standin' on business

And spinnin', and spinnin', and spinnin' until I'm dizzy

I do all the smackin'

You ain't never stepped or helped with none of this killin'

You doin' a lot of cappin'

Watch when I catch you, I'ma whack you in front of the witness

Damn, my nigga, you trippin'

We could've been superstars

Remember when we was jackin' cars

Now, it's not safe for you

You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch

Damn, my nigga, you trippin'

We could've been superstars

Can't help it, now I'm reminiscing

Remember when we was jackin' cars

Now, you better keep your distance

Cause it's not safe for you

You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch

Trackhawk with the kit

Snatch off on the bitch when I slide

Nightlight on the blick

Bet I'm on my shit when I'm outside

Zoe done ran down

Caught him pants down, nigga, you shitted

I knew the Perc' was fake

But I still ate it cause I'm a gremlin

Yeah, Kutthroat Businezz, KTB

Backdoor wide open

Wait till my sniper get out

All you niggas gon' die, time rollin'

Bustin' on my opponent, no half-steppin'

I'm crushin' my opps totally

We was just broke with no motion

Sleepin' on sofas, creepin' in houses like roaches

I done went cages, to stages, to cages

Now free me, baby, can't keep me, baby

I beat them cases, they already hate

When they gon' want me dead when I'm on probation

Oh, y'all think lil' Yak retarded?

Y'all ain't seen none yet, I promise

Niggas can't take me, niggas can't guard me

I be on a fuck nigga ass like Charmin

AK, twenty-inch carbon

We could've been superstars

Remember when we was jackin' cars

Now, it's not safe for you

You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch

Damn, my nigga, you trippin'

We could've been superstars

Can't help it, now I'm reminiscing

Remember when we was jackin' cars

Now, you better keep your distance

Cause it's not safe for you

You switched like a pussy, lil' bitch

Trackhawk with the kit

Snatch off on the bitch when I slide

Nightlight on the blick

Bet I'm on my shit when I'm outside

Zoe done ran down

Caught him pants down, nigga, you shitted

I knew the Perc' was fake

But I still ate it cause I'm a gremlin

Yes

Yeah, we could be superstars (Super Gremlin)

But I'm pretty sure our time is up (Now your time is up)

And so we fell off the spinning tops

Don't know, maybe for trial

But way more error (Come on)

I ain't slimy, I'm grimy

And the way you put it, I'm SG with it

I'm Super Gremlin

Snatch and grab

Sneak and geek

Sniper Gang

Trust

Nightmare, baby, you know I

I bet you always see me in your dream

Glee

I Wish lyrics - Kodak Black

I been watchin' it up on a drone

Pull up, cockin' it, aim at his dome

Bust a right, I could never be wrong

I'ma fight for the love that we on

When we fuckin' I never be 'lone

And I never go the same way home

When I slide, gotta switch up the route

Can't let 'em follow Lil Snipe to the house

I wish I could stop thuggin' for real

Leave the streets without me bein' killed

For so long, I been goin' on drills

Drinkin' that lean, pour it straight out the seal

I don't care, it's wherever we see him

Pussy boy better hide in the crib

I don't care if he out with his kid

'Cause he ain't 'posed to be outside, period

I wish I could stop blowin' my banger

I wish I could catch hold of my anger

With the gang and we high, lit, dangerous

Screamin', "Let's get it" and twistin' our fingers

Screamin', "Let's get it" and everybody with it

They know who get it lit in the bity

They know we get it lit in the city

Pussy boy cappin', get hit in his fitted

Can't nobody say shit about Syk

That my brother, he wrong or he right

And 'bout Mac, I don't wanna hear nothin'

Even though he so goddamn ugly

Call Riko, I know that he comin'

That my Dirty Jay, Dirty my cousin

Play with me, Lil Ceejay gon' go dummy

Lil Robert won't chill and just get to that money

Poppin' Percs, I take three to the head

I can't focus, I keep seein' red

Have emotion I'm tryna suppress

Get in motion, I'm tryna suppress (Yeah)

That nigga switched out on everybody

When I get him, I did that for the 'jects (Yeah)

G Mac and Riko my stepbrothers

All of us brothers and all of us gon' step

Get it done and we go have some fun

'Til somebody else say they want somethin'

I'm a gangsta, got pardoned by Trump

But I'm still out here bustin' my gun

Even Poof say he seen a lil' bitch

On my soul, I believe in Lil Chris

And I hate I had fell out with Wiz

You did what you did, so I did what I did

I don't lie, but I steal and I kill

I wish I could stop poppin' these pills

Hit his head and it drop on a wheel

Fresh out of juvie I got me a deal

Told my son I won't let no one kill me

'Cause I promised to take him to Disney

It's a must I keep clutchin' the semi

Show in the O, but my room in Kissimmee

I know everybody tell her I'm silly

But I hope that she see the best in me

Think she feelin' the kid like I'm Gillie

Like she feelin' the kid, like I'm yuh

I'ma snipe, anybody get touched

If it's pressure, I'm stretchin' you out

Last night we was vibin' so tough

She fuckin' with me, and I'm fuckin' with her

I wish we could run off somewhere nice

On a island, you wake up my wife

Hopefully, I can stop livin' shiesty

Like we back from the dead, let's go start a new life

I wish I could stop thuggin' for real

Leave the streets without me being killed

For so long, I been goin' on drills

Drinkin' that lean, pour it straight out the seal

I wish I could stop blowin' my banger

I wish I could catch hold of my anger

With the gang and we high, lit, dangerous

Screaming "Let's get it" and twistin' our fingers

Screaming "Let's get it" and everybody with it

They know who get it lit in the bity

They know we get it lit in the city

Pussy boy cappin', get hit in his fitted

Love & War lyrics - Kodak Black

J Gramm on the beat

Big ol' strap like I'ma Haitian

Pompano Puff, might blow and spray it

Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny

If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?

Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before

Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure

I just take her heart and score, then I love her 'til she sore

I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore

If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?

She want love and I want war

You could leave, but where you goin'?

If I hit that thing the right way can I take you to my prom?

Wanna strap you 'round to my waist and come take you to my mom

Do you get that picture? You could be lil' Kodak

You don't get the picture, girl, I'm lil' Kodak

You could be my Cheri, you could be my baby

If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18

Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands

Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man

Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance

If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18

Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands

Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man

Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance

If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18

Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands

Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny

If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?

Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before

Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure

I just take her heart and score, then I love her 'til she sore

I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore

If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?

She want love and I want war

You could leave, but where you goin'?

If I hit that thing the right way can I take you to my prom?

Wanna strap you 'round to my waist and come take you to my mom

Do you get that picture? You could be lil' Kodak

You don't get the picture, girl, I'm lil' Kodak

You could be my Cheri, you could be my baby

If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18

Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands

Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man

Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance

If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18

Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands

Poppin' Xans will make you pop your man

Park it, man, it's way too hot to dance

If you lookin' for me, I be right on 18

Droppin' bands, I be poppin' bands

Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny

If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?

Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before

Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure

I just take her heart and score, then I love her till she sore

I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore

If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?

Could you send me a flick? I'ma send you a dick pic when I'm horny

If I kiss you on yo' lips, would you tell your sisters in the mornin'?

Would you keep it a secret? Like, I ain't felt this way before

Wanna tell you that I like you, but I don't, 'cause I'm not sure

I just take her heart and score, then I love her 'til she sore

I just break her heart in fours, then I don't want her anymore

If I eat it, could I treat it? Could I beat it with my sword?

Before The Album (2021)

• Versatile 3
• All Right
• Nobody
• Kodak 2013
• Too Boosie
• Tik Tok
• Let Me Finish
• Black Hole
• Aug 25th
• We Working
• Back To Back 

Versatile 3 lyrics - Kodak Black

(Peso P got that work, work)

(100% Juice)

Uh, Kodak bought a Wraith, say lil' Kodak bought a Wraith

And I keep the best molly comin' outer space

Scat Pack orray, I paint it matte black today, uh

And I got the freshest cars in the USA, uh

Tesla painted grape, I only drive it Saturday

In your natural state, you look better by the way

Hip hip hooray, I bought a sick whip today, yeah

Bust down Patek face, you think I'm playin' patty cake, uh

Cutlass sitting high, my other cutlass sitting higher

Niggas wanna die, I'm sending hits all through the wire

Trap swinging hard, yet we need more

Hurry up and order, ain't no posting by my door, uh

Booming on my porch, booming on my mama porch, uh

Sniper Gang boys, making noise, uh

I got hella toys, but I ain't no lil' boy, uh

Baby blue coupe, for my boo in Illinois

I hate my baby mama, but she still gon' drive the Porsche

We on one accord which she can't drive no damn Accord

Pulling out the foreigns, while I'm going

My bitch look like Lauren, got four wheelers in the storage

I can't stall, I been raw like this, since a baby

I'm gon' always go hard like this, I ain't gay boy, get off my dick

Gucci shades with a all white fit, Gucci fragrance, ayy

I can't stall, I been raw like this this, since a baby

I'm gon' always go hard like this, I ain't gay boy get off my dick

Gucci shades with a all white fit, I'm the greatest, ayy

I buy you every color diamond earrings, since you came here

I'm a big old Z like I'm Zimbabwe, ayyy yeah

I'm in the club I'm doing my Z dance

They parked the car right here, let me jump out with this tree branch, yeah

She gon' make love to the dick, she be like uh

She be like yum yum, baby say hmm on the tip

Baby say hmm, baby say mmm-hmm

Ayy, do take care of your sack, cause baby I like to hunch

And do you wipe front to back, or do you wipe back to front?

Dice game make a nigga co-oh

Man I swear ion be planning this shit

This shit just be happen like that dawg

So fuck it, this a Versatile 3, loop the beat

Milk a nigga, break a nigga fast, that ain't Captain Crunch

That ain't no cap, I'm fitted

Nigga them racks look skinny, who the hell you niggas be killing?

Where the hell you niggas be posted?

I just hit a lick on Copans

They gon' hate you, being yourself

They want the cards that you was dealt

They see my ice they wish it melt, give me a demo of that meth

Give me a sample of the meth, I tried it and I liked it

Locked up in that cell, got me, yeah

Gave me a sample of that meth, yeah I tried it and I liked it

Locked up in that cell, got me wondering where my life went

I'm livin' on a prayer, the only thing that get me there, mmm

It's like I'm chasing after death, me and my niggas, we be sniping

Knew you wasn't real, got me feeling like I'm psychic

You love me but how well, this shit be hard for me to tell, uh-huh

I'm blowing KK in the air, ayy, that shit be hard for me to smell mmm

Got all these VV's in my ear, that shit be hard for me to hear

I stay surrounded by the goons, Johnny Monsoon

Can't be runnin' round screwin', Johnny Monsoon

I need another mushroom, Johnny Monsoon

I feel like blood is on the moon, Johnny Monsoon

I think I'm Johnny Monsoon, can't be callin' so soon, Johnny Monsoon

You can't be callin' me this late, I'm sleep, Johnny Monsoon

I party seven freakin' days a week, Johnny Monsoon

Tonight the party's at the rave, I don't like my women under eight

Free all my dawgs, they in the gang, ayy

Let 'em know I'm from Broward and don't say Dade

Baby want me to go back to my phase

She miss that throwback Kodak wave

Was just a lil' shooter, ain't have no future

But I can't go back to them days

Versatile three, wait till you hear eight

Rari' paper plate, told my dawg we gon' be straight

Look, Wally we really done made it

Rich nigga shit, it really done took off

I'm glad I didn't stick to football

I'm glad I'm still ain't stuck in the back of the projects, playin' the lookout

We was just youngin, me and youngin

Remember everything it took y'all

I kept rappin', I made it happen

I be a bitch nigga if I shook y'all

All Right lyrics - Wally From 1800

(Dmac on the fuckin' track)

(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)

You so bad I can't fight

I miss my nigga, sending him a kite

Let him know everything alright

I'm so damn high I took flight

The diamonds hittin' all in light

My momma told me "Stop running the light"

Have you ever seen a thug crying?

Have you ever seen a vulture start crying?

God tried to tell me I couldn't see the signs

Why it had to be you? Why you left me blind?

Bought a new AP cause I'm wasting time

Don't worry about me momma, I'm doing fine

Had to get my mind right, thought I lost my mind

Had to get the truth that you was a lie

Ion' give a fuck about you, I hope you die

You tried to sell, tell, on my name, and take my pride

I was talking to the Devil, in my afterlife

Can't give you back my love baby, cause you fucked up twice

Can't give you back my love girl 'cause you played yourself

Can't be lovin' you when I don't love myself

Smokin' back to back, like I don't care about health

You were playin' poker games, look at the cards you dealt

Real nigga to the end, I bet my love you felt

I put ice around my heart filled with the baguettes

Lately ion' even want you near me

Playin' innocent but baby you so guilty

Who's side you on? I thought we was on the same team

I'm slippin', what you thinkin' that we had the same dream?

I let 'em intervene, I let 'em get between

Your heart is full of grief, too many tricks up yo' sleeve

That's why you didn't even get that Patek

'Cause, it's toned down girl, don't forget it?

I ain't see my niggas since like Ray Charles

Put my nigga on state yard

Locked up, rob a bank, bank fraud

Pray we make a save lord

ID's and bank cards

I was in charity in New Jersey nigga pullin' credit cards and bank fraud

You so bad I can't fight

I miss my nigga, sending him a kite

Let him know everything alright

I'm so damn high I took flight

The diamonds hittin' all in light

My momma told me "Stop running the light"

Yeah

My momma told me stop runnin' these streets

So deep in that bitch

Nobody lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Lil Baby)

[Kodak Black:]

(I love you Dzy, I love you too my dude)

It's the project Baby and Lil Baby in this bitch

Lean Bottle

Last Time I ate a bitch out I got Mono

On 4 perky's, full of those things like Rylo

Everything I do, I wonder why nobody done it

Everybody hands on with it, nobody runnin'

I bet I ain't put my lips on a nasty bitch no more

Woke up with' a sore throat

You can tell I sold dope

The bodies got no promo

Even though I'm gon' blow, they know I was gon' blow

[Lil Baby:]

I make all my California vibes come to Atlanta now

Brodie facetimed me with a sword, he like a samurai

I sit down, won't say nothing cause I don't want to lie but

We been ridin' round with all them sticks cause I don't wanna die

You suppose to be on top of shit, but you don't wanna try

Condo at the top of the city, reach out and touch the sky

I was sacrificed for ya'll to win, it damn near crucified me

She tell me she cumming, I say cum again

Death before dishonor, yeah I'm one of them

You got your mind made up for sure, you still wondering

If I get up and lock that door, ain't no coming back in

[Kodak Black:]

I got a lil' gun that shoot 4 bullets, and that's it

Girl this that get off me, we can skip talkin'

I'm with them vultures on a falcon when I departure

We sending niggas out in coffins, better be cautious

And if a bitch ever give me a STD, ima kill her I promise

I be hitting big ole licks in Chesapeake, everybody know I do fraud

Ask Armani why she left me like them our people

Even though she told me she ain't gonna do me like them other people

Even though the perky's make me itch, I still eat em'

We can fuck but I don't kiss

I'm feelin' good with this stick, my dog legal

And if you gotta beat da bitch, you don't need her

[Lil Baby:]

You gotta leave her alone

I get all the way there and turn around if I leave it at home

She wanna feel the real me, but I be leaving it on

I'll never know if you'll help cause I'm keeping my own

I never ask for too much

I put my whole life in drive, I was goin' backwards too much

Them young boys run the city who run the city now, that's actually us

You know niggas play crazy, turn them into ashes and dust

Who's fuckin' with us

[Kodak Black:]

Nobody, that's who bruh, nobody

On molly's, I'm juiced up, on molly's

On molly's, I'm juiced up

I'm riding with my Ruger, my partna a rooster

My partna

Kodak 2013 lyrics - Kodak Black

R-Ricket

Uhuh-uhuh (Fred)

Haha

Project baby nigga

Gang nigga

ATV sing

Quill lemme show you how I live nigga

Project baby section 8 nigga

Let get it, let get it

When I jumped off the porch man, yeah I'm out

Ain't no turning back, ain't even look back at my house

I fell in love with money, fuck school yeah I'm out

Youngin' thugin', the new lil' nigga on the block

This is how I live, show you how it go down

Make you get the fuck out my circle nigga, you not my round

Lil' paper chaser, lil' moneymaker

Smooth nigga, risk-taker, heartbreaker, who I just wanna lay up (Oh man)

Pennylose, Polo down, slats on, gettin' money like I'm Mark Jacobs

But please don't think I'm trippin'

But I need their opinion nigga, this is how I'm livin' (Uhu, uhu)

Project baby, I ain't crazy not really (Ooo)

Ooh they say I'm ADD they say I'm silly

Young nigga, go-getter, I hit the store and made a killin'

'Cause nigga, this is how I'm feelin', and this the way I grind (Uhu, uhu)

I'm 'cross-town with a pocket full of bricks, I got dubs, I got dimes

I- Nigga this how I ride

Caught watch with a dime, I got my Rollie stickin' out

Niggas want it, niggas throw me any prize

'Cause nigga I ain't buy, shit I got it outta house

Tryna make it out, B-E-T, and let my chain swing

I'm tired of robbin', but, this how I maintain

Wanna ride on dubs, with my song playin'

Right in the club, with my wrist on plain

Fast livin' switching lanes

I don't fuck round with no lanes

Nigga this how I do my thang

Fresh fade, fresh J's (Oh man)

This how Ray's lil' nigga big bang

Elite status, but this is how I move to GA

Finesse your flex, runnin' through cheques every day, so I'm payed

A ratchet nigga, I keep my ratchet nigga

If you would score, I like you, I just want some matches nigga

And I'm gon' blow, and still be that lil' savage nigga

Watchu mean? I'm gettin' green, no cabbage nigga

I say don't mean, I'm stackin' it like some paddocks nigga

Hoppin' like rabbits, eat carrots, saw me like salyis nigga

Paper-like packets nigga

Wylin' I'm drivin' no license, crack a Bahama, he slimin' and grimin', always tryna catch a nigga

Haha

Kodak nigga

What? This how I live nigga (Ghetto child)

How I live nigga

K-o-k-a-k-B-l-a-c-k

Neighborhood

Fresh fade, fresh J's

Lil' nigga big bank

Project baby

Too Boosie lyrics - Kodak Black

I been thinking like

The Hip-Hop community and like you know the BET awards and all that like

They should appreciate like all the real ones and like set a Grammys up for the real ones like

How you forget about Boosie, how you forget about B.G. and Soulja Slim

Shit, how you forget about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies

Forget the niggas who died and niggas got murked, forget about Turk

I pistol-whipped a nigga for forty minutes straight too Boosie

I sent a few hits on niggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie

I rocked a fade too Boosie

Sipped purple drink too Boosie

How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie

C Murda, They need to set the sniper free

He was still calling me with rumors, I'm beefin' with Master P

And that's his brother, he peeped that I'm a real one

What about the niggas tryna hit a lick and tryna kill some

We need a Grammy for the thugs, cause we don't get no love

When we sacrifice our life and having shootouts by the club

[?] the niggas in the pen

And rapper that fell short cause they ain't get a chance to live

Yeah, for Cassidy and [?]

Altercations and bullets ringing, that lil' nigga C'd up

The project babies gang banging, hanging and pistol slanging

Pastor Troy [?] killing and stealing just to make it

I pistol-whipped a nigga for forty minutes straight too Boosie

I sent a few hits on niggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie

I rocked a fade too Boosie

Sipped purple drink too Boosie

How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie

They need a Grammy for Pop Hen and Bobo and Hell Rell

We at the bottom of the map, Miami and Lauderdale

Pompanoya and niggas on the corner

And Lil Snupe, Taxstone, and Cassanova

For the OG's who raised me, I was already, at 14, sippin' codeine

R.I.P. Pop Smoke and MO3

The niggas underground local wishing to sign a deal for a million

It's either that or penitentiary

What about the niggas out here water whippin' to pay their studio session and all that sweatin' in the kitchen

The niggas rapping what they living, Bobby Shmurda, niggas gonna pull a murder

Them niggas who ain't with the dissing

I pistol-whipped a nigga for forty minutes straight too Boosie

I sent a few hits on niggas, I bust'd a play too Boosie

I rocked a fade too Boosie

Sipped purple drink too Boosie

How they forget B.G., forget about me, forget about you Boosie

Yeah, need an award for the boys on that trap shit, them niggas that jack shit

Them niggas on that Kodak Black shit, like fuck this rap shit, they wack shit

All that, nam sayin

Pac and all them, nam sayin like

Ain't too many of us

Trust

Tik Tok lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. 438 Tok, Rico Cartel)

Shit

I'ma-I'ma drop this fourteen shit if I could-if I could

Pull me back, stay on the ground off this ho

(You gon' strap like I'ma Haitian, Pompano Puff my blow n' spray it)

I'm standing over the store, I'ma whip this shit 'til my wrist lock

I'm in a video, fuck it I'ma call this Tik Tok

I do this shit, that's on my Z, I'ma make my blick pop

Hop out with sticks, ain't go to B, I call her "Hip-hop"

These ho's ain't shit, they for the streets, they love to dick hop

She suck that dick so long, I make that ho lick lock

I'm with a IG model, zoolin' make a Tik Tok

I'm with Louise and while you playin' you'll get picked off

I'm coming out to hit with 3's like I'm Chris Paul

I'm tryna sell a zone, remix crack with fentanyl

My niggas double M, big bank, we fuck with Rick Ross

I'ma put my niggas on 'cause 'bout me he gon' let off

Uhh, I had a block of foam and lil' bitch had me pissed off

Pay lil' whodie for a body he run down and let that stick off

Got a switch light on this Glock, this bitch right here gon' make you criss-cross (Skr-skr-skr)

I scraped a bowl and flipped them grams, I call that flip flop

Yeah I'm with Kodak, we ain't takin' no photos

Twenty-six, my fioso

Who is Brady baby? That's the po-po

I pop out Ryan dolo, uh

V from a goddamn V-long

I shit on these nigga, get peed on

My niggas carry bodies, D-long

And I walked in ready cut the beat on

I'm standing over the store, I'ma whip this shit 'til my wrist lock

I'm in a video, fuck it I'ma call this Tik Tok

I do this shit, that's on my Z, I'ma make my blick pop

Hop out with sticks, ain't go to B, I call her "Hip-hop"

These ho's ain't shit, they for the streets, they love to dick hop

She suck that dick so long, I make that ho lick lock

I'm with a IG model, zoolin' make a Tik Tok

I'm with Louise and while you playin' you'll get picked off

I'm winnin' RICO, but he ain't a chico

We stick to the ZICO's

She a natnat, she a lil' mosquito

All we doin' emo's

And the "V" is for vulture

All this money but I'm still local

I stick dick down her throat, but you gon' beat the bitch and choke her

Made a way with my brothers just like Charlotte and Marlyn

I got zombies, I got Vikings, I be Brett Foreman

Beat that pussy from the back and leave that pussy fartin'

And he know he don't get no cheque 'cause he had missed the target

Come on I'm in the club holdin' my wrist up

In the benz I'm gettin' my dick sucked

I been screamin' "Fuck these rappers"

I ain't tryna do no click up

Niggas jackin', stealin' sauce

But my Z you get knocked off, I pop bella like Rick Ross

Sip codeine, ain't got no cough

Nigga

I'm standing over the store, I'ma whip this shit 'til my wrist lock

I'm in a video, fuck it I'ma call this Tik Tok

I do this shit, that's on my Z, I'ma make my blick pop

Hop out with sticks, ain't go to B, I call her "Hip-hop"

These ho's ain't shit, they for the streets, they love to dick hop

She suck that dick so long, I make that ho lick lock

I'm with a IG model, zoolin' make a Tik Tok

I'm with Louise and while you playin' you'll get picked off

Let Me Finish lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Hotboii)

At the end of the day bitch, I'm the catch

Yeah

Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one (Yeah)

'Cause there's more of y'all where you came from (Uh)

Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one, 'cause she ain't one, fuck it

Bitch, treat a bad bitch like she ain't one, 'cause there's more of y'all where you came from

Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one, I got more of y'all and it ain't cut

You a cornball, you do lame stuff

I'ma go hard, nigga, say some'

Niggas talk loud but don't say none'

I'ma drawdown, fuck a pain rush

I'ma duck low with my main stuff

All you dumb hoe's get me cased up

I'm so cutthroat, get your face cut, and she suck toes, that's a A+

Treat a bad bitch like she ain't one, got a stuffed nose with me, take one

Just got a stuffed nose with me, take one, I meant take one, I'll take one

Put 24"'s on a Bugatti, nah boo, sorry, this a Wraith truck

Got the coupe squatted like a workout

You don't do molly it won't work out

This a bool party, not a cookout

I'm in the back ally playin' lookout

And a K too got a wee high

When she ride on it, say, "Yee-haw"

Slow it down, let me finish, slow it down, let me finish

Banana dick, baby, peel it back

If I throw this money, better get back

Slow it down, let me finish, slow it down, let me finish

I don't smoke meth on a Saturday

I don't drive the 'Vette on a Saturday

See the cops go the other way

Slow it down, let me finish, slow it down, let me finish, uh

Slow it down, let me get it

McLaren too fast

Promethazine for the guys, pour the whole pint in it

Bitch I'm a Z, give a fuck 'bout no ex

I don't care 'bout these hoe's, I be mindin' my business

Uh, I got two watch on two wrist's

And still ain't got time for you friendly lil' bitches

She drop the top while I'm whippin' it, whippin' it

Got me on then I goin' Trinidad

Baby no hands on the dick, go sloppy

Don't talk crazy, I'm with my lil' thotty

I tried to be slick and the ring done caught me

How she ride the dick like we swervin' the oppa

I pop me a perk, I ain't nervous, I'm nauseous

I be observant and cautious, yeah

Know I'm savage, treat a bad bitch like she average, I got better

I go, Rondo, I go, Jackson, like a math quiz I'll pass her

Rocks on all of my wrist like I'm Saturn

When them sticks go to swingin', I'm batter

Can't come direct, sendin' shots on the low-key

Pussy ass nigga put that beef on the platter

No kiddin', I said it, I mean it, whoa

No kiddin', I'm doggin' these bitches, whoa

I'm in New York, five switches (Woah, oh)

Protectin' my feelins', I don't visit these hoe's

Killins', opps turnin' victim to Lord

Switchin', that bitch is like, you got a motor (Yeah, yeah)

'Posed to be zebra, you sellin' out Zami, it ain't no Z shit, what is your motive? (Yeah)

What is your motive for this?

Tried to snake out that cobra lil' head

I wear that shit when I was broke

I'm gon' be not shit now that I'm rich

Every thot that I hit was her friend

Every project I wanna advance

Every rock in my wrist got a hit

'Cause I ain't dry, yes I'm drownin' for shit (Yeah, uh)

Black Hole lyrics - Kodak Black

Shoutout to YodaYae

Just pay the guy

I never had a job, I put the Drac' to work

Only way you'll kill me is if you sell me a fake perc'

Sliding through Lake Worth, bendin' and politickin'

Trying to stay out the hood, but I love me some Broward bitches

Skeletons in my closet, gunpowder in my dreads

Back and forth with the dead, that's how I got to play it

And I got heavy motion, geekin', and pistol totin'

I just be kutthroatin', pussy getting bust open

Her prolly just over with (Yeah)

Finna get it over with (Oh man)

I'm totin' the .36

I mean that bitch, holy shit (Holy shit)

Nightmare on vulture shit, sorry momma you ain't raise a bitch (No you didn't)

I'm drinking Heiyina blood (Ooh)

Bitch I lost all my trust (Ooh)

Scrub a man

Boy I love it now get off the chain

Blackhole, this kutthroat business, I know whats, loyal man (I know)

I got this shit, 'cause I feel quivers, something ain't fuckin' right (Ain't right)

Too many snakes in the daylight, so I move at night (At night)

All these stat wounds ain't heal, I'm still ready to kill

Then Yak took me in (Yeah), say he know how it feels (Bra)

So 'bout that nigga I stand no business, only need to deal

For Sykobob I run drills, he put me in the field (Big bra)

Ayy, niggas know what's up, heavy smoke, horse breath

Soon as we get the drop, we right at your doorstep

Yeah, that murder for the low, everybody know I deal in death

I be higher than a crow, everybody know I'm smoking meth

The Bentley bendin' through the Dell, on missions, bendin' by myself

I went and got too many M's, I can't be hitting bitches bare

I don't need a scale, if shit don't add up, I can tell

Me and Syk' niggas for life, until I die, it's NFL, yeah

Ain't no way a nigga play that's really rare

I've been scopin' for a week for ADT, I'ma get in there

Pussy nigga what? You say it's up? Then get me there

I do my dog, top shotta, big revolver catch the shell

I been spinnin' for a minute

I think my brain gettin' dizzy

My gun got big girl titties

I nutted on some else titties

We got bodies on bodies

Couple cities in Broward don't like me

I wack her with a .45

I like to fight fo' wackin'

I got off with a handgun

Lil' buddy ran in love with his gun

Got so much dirt on my boot

I got bloodstains on my tooth

I got bloodstains on my shin

I'm with Lil' Wayne, I spin the Benz

Kutthroat I don't need no mo' friends

Kutthroat I kill who I kill

Jumped out, I'm the only one with answers

But instead, Sache went to runnin'

Dirty guns and clothes in my closet

Fuck nigga done came out the closet

Aha, sorry mom

They started it

Aug 25th lyrics - Kodak Black

Yeah, wash this perc down with the Ace of Spades

This a fire ass beat

Kinda feel like I'm wasting it on this bitch, hmm

Knew I was goin' be somethin' but you ain't never tell me

And that's the reason you ain't let me know I got you pregnant

'Cause you know if you would've told me, I would make you daddy

You knew that I was gon' make it, but you ain't never tell me

All this time I thought "Oh boy, was yo' baby daddy"

I was thuggin' hard, but the hood knew I was goin' make it rappin'

I wanna buy you Birkin', but I'm scared that you gon' sell it

I was inspecting the leather, but you ain't never met it

You said you sent me some pictures, but I ain't never get it

And I know when you hear my songs, you think I'm being petty

But what's the pressure 'bout being leather, what I did to ya?

What I owe ya, call my phone, and I'ma give it to ya

No matter who I put it in, that's still a nigga jit

I still remember yo' birthday, August 25th

This year I'ma take you somewhere special, you goin' get a gift

And yeen' got worry 'bout me no more, calling you a bitch

And yeen' got worry 'bout me no more, cussing you out

But you want diamonds and shit, but I'm floodin' you out

But take a nigga off child support

'Cause I already be goin' to court, damn

I knew it was for money when she went and grabbed a Porsche

I hope you bought my son a BB-Gun

I really thought I wouldn't be nothin'

Shorty was plottin' on me for this whole time

I ain't even get to rub your belly once

You kept the baby from me for the whole nine

Sometimes, I sit back, and wonder if we gon' be forever

I think me sexting your people don't even make it no better

We used to skip school together, we we're just thirteen

Just making all this cents to me you got my first C

I used to walk from the projects, way to the circle park

You told your first love is over, and gave me your heart

I missed the way you locked that dick in every time I slip it

I know you a waitin' for me to stop you and put you in position

I'm [?] late night Hunchin' and kissin'

You don't even know what you wanna do, so how you run the business?

I told you put it on paper, lets make a proposition

You don't even know what you wanna do, but you run the business

You be actin' like you wanna pop out, and get famous

On the low, I hope you know you're still my ol' lady

If I could I would, keep you in the crib

I wanna have us a threesome, you and K Slim

And another one, and another one

Matter fact, bitch, fuck you

We Working lyrics - Kodak Black

You getcho' lil cressy on this

You getcho' credit for

(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)

These niggas be playin' with you like you don't get your work in

I was bout' to message you when I seen you with that skirt on

Fore' they do anything, gotta do that with you first, huh

I was chasin' that pussy, I walked in all the way to the circle

I was chasin' that pussy, I walked in all the way to the circle

Fore' they go anywhere, bae I gotta take you first

Ain't on no gay shit, but I grew up snatchin' purses

I was on the E-way, I was thinkin' bout E-Murder

I was on the E-way, thinkin' bout Auntie Emelda

Think I know everything, that's why I don't respect my elders

Every time I try to leave the hood that be my downfall

It be feelin' like I can never make it far without y'all

I love my niggas so much, I cry if he don't answer

Any time I don't hear from Jack Boy them, I can feel my head hurt

Huh, any time I don't hear from Jack Boy them

You gon' betray me anyways, so I don't want no friends

I ain't never let nobody gettin' too close again

My baby mama said I shouldn't trust you

I hated that you really let the bitch be right

Cause she always wrong

You ain't say congratulations when yo' dawg came home

I need an X pill, that's the only way I can go to you for real

I been tryna' get straightened, but it ain't workin', uh

Cause every time that we talkin', you switch yo' story up

My nigga sittin', cause somebody snitchin'

We tryna' get the witness to switch the story up

Tell the bitch to stop takin' pictures, they disturbin' us

We workin, ayy, three, four, five, six perkies, I'm on the road

Big jit sittin' here nervous, you gotta go

Got shotguns, in the Suburban, about to shoot

Pull up on the side of me swervin', ten car, ten coupe

Lotta' money gettin' contagious, I keep gettin' mo'

Fuck nigga, I know you remember I was kickin' in do'

We workin', I put different patches round the trenches, it hurt me

Shoulda never put you in position, it's our fault

VA bussin' checks and hittin' big licks, it's my fault

Tryna' turn my friendships into business

Tryna' turn a penny to a million

I'ma make sure all you niggas feel me

He say I'm a bitch, but he know different

How the fuck I got six fuckin' killin's

I be tryna keep my bullshit out my lyrics

Yeah, niggas play like they don't know what the deal is

Uh, I be talkin' boss talk, twenty sixty

I been turnin' wash cloths into riches

I mean rags to riches, yeah

I like Spanish bitches, uh

Pull up, Jags and Bentleys

Bag and tag these niggas

I got lavish, yeah, uh

Bussin' checks, bussin' sweat

I'm sellin' death, they know that

Once you left, more success

Back To Back lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Syko Bob)

(You think you know me)

(DzyOnDaBeat)

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

Aye I'm totin' big ole rods

I'm slangin' heavy steel

Pull up, splat to splat

They droppin' back to back

Ain't never had a job

But I get paid to kill

I'm out her floodin' the streets, them bodies for the cheap

They say I'm special cause I'm the stepper and I don't ever tweet

Flip a nigga like candy paint, I leave a nigga stank like dank

Lil nigga I been had rank, got a stick with a shank and a shell catcher

On fire, I swear to God, ain't nun' to catch a charge

I grew up slangin' iron and doin' time and breakin' hearts

Now I'm on [?] park, Audemuar and foreign cars

I be like Cutthroat Bill

I be like SykoBob, yeah, kush cigars, yeah the push to start, yeah

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

That my brother, like my mama and my daddy had em

I know fasho my boy gon' blow, I ain't even gotta ask em

We fuckin' these hoes and it ain't nun if you wanna switch

I ain't gon' lie that shit'll hurt me if you go and switch

I see through jits, gotta see through clip in this lil' F&N

All aboard, they look like me and you all over again

I gotta keep rockin', I gotta keep steppin', you like my best friend

I fucked a hoe, we switch the row, you fuckin' her best friend

You say you love me, I tell you I love you, we just don't sugar coat it

We lockin' eyes, we see the pain, but we don't see no lies

And I can't ever switch, I stand on loyal shit

Bout you I bust a bitch, lord

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

SykoBob, Cutthroat Bill, Syk The Snipe, Yak Attack

(You think you know me)

(DzyOnDaBeat)

Happy Birthday Kodak (2021)

• Gleerious
• Feelin' Peachy
• White Toes
• Amber Rolls 

Gleerious lyrics - Kodak Black

Glee, Glee, we Glee, Glee, yeah

Yeah, real Glee, for real Z, for

Heavens obligatory, I'm just sayin'

On the scene screamin' "Glee, Glee"

I'm felling gleerious

Baby, I'm just kickin' shit

Come take me serious

Chardonnay it cost 400, man I still pay it

Drop the pill down the toilet and I still ate it

Let me know why I'm standin' for you

Know what she saying

Toasted off a brown bombers, can't feel my legs

I heard he was at the office

They dropped him of by time they found him

He was dead

They just let him out of prison and he still bangin'

To buy your love I spent a 60 on a tennis bracelet

I'm fantacizin' about you naked, I need to see you baby

Savin' all your love for me, lyin'

All them bitches, they don't mean none

It's all yours, I done broke my own heart but at least I got yours

Baby lay with me tonight and as the morning comes

I done thugged here for too long but now I'm havin' fun

I hope I don't go to Hell early

I been rollin' since 11:30

Million Dollar deals, oh-ooh

Happy birthday, happy birthday Kodak

Happy Z day

I got a bad bitch breed, she my DJ

Happy birthday Kodak, happy Z day

Happy birthday, happy Z day

Tesla painted grape, it's the big rims for me

It's the Bel Air for me, I'm in Bel Air

Big Cheddar, keep it cool nigga, l'air

Big career, thick bitch, big that, yeah

Big career, it's been lit for The Snipe

I'm screamin' "Free Cool", thinkin' bout' you every night

I'm pourin' up booze, I'm wishin' you could hit the spikes

I'm pourin' up booze, I'm on a cruise with the fam

Wiz want a Rolls Royce, Lil Jackboy got a Lamb

Hold your heads out, you gon' be better when you land

I was bout' to put that play together but then I had got bam

I'm still bout' to put that play together, you know Imma get my mans (Faxx)

I'm in jail with Nissan, I'm scopin' a lick

You know I'm goin' for the rebound, if I shoot and I miss

What a time to be free now, it's all the way lit

What a time to be free now

Happy birthday Kodak, happy Z day

I got a bad bitch breed, she my DJ

Happy birthday Kodak, happy Z day

Happy birthday, happy Z day

Million Dollar deals

On my Z day

Million Dollar deals

Oh-ooh

Feelin' Peachy lyrics - Kodak Black

You know I needed you, why would leave me?

Keeping it real every day, it ain't easy

Sorry this ain't orange, this is peach

Gotta keep a carbon in my reach

Pink and calamari on my teeth, baby

This is peach

Gotta keep a carbon in my reach

Pink and calamari on my teeth, baby

Might just put them Forgi's on a jeep

I keep spilling coffee on my jeans

I don't like this talking, I'm gon' squeeze, baby

You know I needed you, why would leave me?

Keeping it real every day, it ain't easy

Cardigans weather, it come out next season

Would you just stay with me please?

I'ma bless lil' mama like she sneezing

Scored a triple double for my nieces

I just bought a Rover for no reason

I'm on house arrest, I can't even leave

Locked up in the pen, but I ain't peed

The water dripping off me Aquafina

Love my uncle E uncle B

Love my auntie X auntie Nina

Blowing all this money 'cause it freeze

Scamming in Miami by the beach

Telling on your homies, that ain't Z

Boy, I heard you ratted for a cheesecake

This is peach

Gotta keep a carbon in my reach

Pink and calamari on my teeth, baby

Might just put them Forgi's on a jeep

I keep spillin' coffee on my jeans

I don't like this talking, I'm gon' squeeze, baby

Snipers and the beams in lil' lil' Haiti

Sipping on the lean but I ain't lazy

Bae, check your savings

Skeeted on her face, she say don't waste it

I been smoking coffee with the weed

I'ma keep you healthy selling P's

Devil wanna sign me, what's the plea?

Double nines on me, I'm from 18th

Louis V peach-colored blanket

Dogging on these bitches, I got rabies

Hitting her from the back, I told her face me

I been getting a lot of money lately

Cardi B I hope you like your bracelet

Shawty say I'm handsome for a Haitian

I just rent the Spider for the weekend

Lying on my dick but it ain't shrinking

Sorry, this ain't orange, this is peach

Gotta keep a carbon in my reach

Pink and calamari on my teeth, baby

Might just put them Forgi's on a jeep

I keep spilling coffee on my jeans

I don't like this talking, I'm gon' squeeze, baby, yeah

Cracker tryna tell me go to sleep

I've been writing lyrics after three

Brother told me fuck instead of rappin'

Everybody know you 'bout yo' action

White girl she say she feelin' peachy

I still smell her pussy on my pinky

Bae that pussy taste like tangerine

Sorry, this ain't orange, this is peach

Gotta keep a carbon in my reach

Pink and calamari on my teeth, baby

Might just put them Forgi's on a jeep

I keep spilling coffee on my jeans

I don't like this talking, I'm gon' squeeze, baby, huh

White Toes lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Jacquees)

Oh

(Dzy on the beat)

Yeah (Shout-out Kodak)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What up, Kodak?

I ain't gonna lie, bae

I love them all white toes

On all white nails and shit (Yeah)

All white toes, look at my hoe, look at my wife

Everybody knows, everybody knows, baby you mine

All white glows, blow out the brain, I lost my mind

Look at me momma, look at your son, yah

All white toes, look at my hoe, look at my wife

Everybody knows, everybody knows, baby you mine

All white glows, blow out the brain, I lost my mind

Look at me momma, look at your son, look at me shine

Everybody knows I'm kickin' them doors, slangin' that iron

But not no more, get 300 a show, I'm on my grind

I'm shittin' on demons, know the VVS gleamin', look at my life

I put it on Jesus, I ain't holdin' no secrets, bae I won't lie

Yeah, I got a bad bitch addiction (Addiction)

Pretty toes, pretty nails, and her hair done (Oh, oh)

She need a nigga that is young, wealthy and handsome (Yeah)

Rich nigga in a mansion with a handgun (Ooh, ooh)

Eastside nigga, yeah, I'm too savage

Big bankrolls, bitch, I'm too savage (Ooh, ooh)

Had to let go of my ex, that bitch was too average (Fasho)

Once I pull out these whips, I'm 'bout to do damage (Skrrt, ooh)

I'm on some other shit, where yo hoe at? (At)

True player, but you already know that (Know that)

Project Baby, I ain't going back (Oh)

Going hard 'til the day they free Kodak (Free Kodak)

All white toes, look at my hoe, look at my wife (Look at my wife)

Everybody knows, everybody knows, baby you mine (Oh, yeah, yeah)

All white glows, blow out the brain, I lost my mind (I lost my mind)

Look at me momma, look at your son, yah (Son)

All white toes, look at my hoe, look at my wife (My wife)

Everybody knows, everybody knows, baby you mine (You mine)

All white glows, blow out the brain, I lost my mind (Oh, oh)

Look at me momma, look at your son, look at me shine

Amber Rolls lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Rylo Rodriguez, Yo Gotti & Lil Keed)

[Kodak Black:]

Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce

Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce

Yeah

Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce

Split the wig off the coupe, make that pussy moist

Stars on the roof, galaxy, no Android

Shawty say she love my swag, I'm so flamboyant

Poppin' rhythm, poppin' flavor, I'm the damn boy

Say she love my lingo, say she love my damn voice

Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce

Split the wig off the coupe, make that pussy moist

[Rylo Rodriguez:]

I know lil' niggas who took strong strikes

But got knocked off on the weekend

I put four carats in my earlobe

She ask me am I goin' vegan

In van, she wouldn't let me hit it back then

She know I'm the future, count free bands for my backend

They left a hole in Tyrone Hill like a Dolphin

Pat him on his back, last time I saw him in the coffin

I'll tell you secrets, I'm with God now

If He find out, I'll go to Hell for him

Pay mama's bills, you know her son the G.O.A.T

When I die, just bury me up in a farm

[Kodak Black:]

Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce

Split the wig off the coupe, make that pussy moist

Stars on the roof, galaxy, no Android

Shawty say she love my swag, I'm so flamboyant

Poppin' rhythm, poppin' flavor, I'm the damn boy

Say she love my lingo, say she love my damn voice

Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce

Split the wig off the coupe, make that pussy moist

[Yo Gotti:]

I'm a Phantom type of nigga, need a driver

Hollerin', "Free Lil' Kodak Black" 'til his arrival

I had them bricks for seventeen, yeah, they were manners

Pocket full of money with no manners in designer

I'm a big flexer, nigga, I'm a shiner

'Bout that Cash Money, I grew up on Big Tymers

They call me Gotti, I'm a street nigga, you know it

I keep a F.N and a pole and I'ma blow it

Fuck around, got bored, bought that 2021

Stars in the headlighting, I think this bitch the one

Hermès seats 'cause my bitches like Birkins

My niggas like perkies, I told them, "Do it with a purpose"

My bitch ain't go not job, say when she fuck me, yeah, she workin'

Million dollar salary, every dollar, know you worth it

Nigga say he want a war with me and I'ma hearse him

Pull up, drop that window with them sticks, ain't no reversin'

[Kodak Black:]

Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce

Split the wig off the coupe, make that pussy moist

Stars on the roof, galaxy, no Android

Shawty say she love my swag, I'm so flamboyant

Poppin' rhythm, poppin' flavor, I'm the damn boy

Say she love my lingo, say she love my damn voice

Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce

Split the wig off the coupe, make that pussy moist

[Lil Keed:]

Rolls Royce truck, I'm all in her guts

I'ma go and do one, Ion't got a crush

Yeah, you know I'm slime, goin' crazy on these boys

Yeah, you know we pull up silencers in the noise

Hey, he gettin' wild, mind your business

Two-ten on the SVR, it ain't rented

Rockin' Cartier shades, yeah, you know they tinted

Hunnid a fuckin' pendant, and it ain't finished

Yeah, we chop top, yeah, the coupe drop top

Me and Kodak, we leave it moist, we leave it juicy

Yeah, she know that he a lame, she gon' choose me

Yeah, we smoke exotic, nothin' but doobie's, yeah

[Kodak Black:]

Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce

Split the wig off the coupeexotic, make that pussy moist

Stars on the roof, galaxy, no Android

Shawty say she love my swag, I'm so flamboyant

Poppin' rhythm, poppin' flavor, I'm the damn boy

Say she love my lingo, say she love my damn voice

Amber Rolls, pull up in the Amber Rolls Royce

Split the wig off the coupe, make that pussy moist

Haitian Boy Kodak (2021)

• Round The Roses
• Z Look Jamaican
• Basement On Fire
• Dejanbem
• Dirty K
• Maffioso
• Oracle
• Don't Leave Me 

Round The Roses lyrics - Kodak Black

Ayy, I'ma fuck her soft tonight

I ain't really fine go to hard (But tomorrow, tomorrow?)

Ain't really nothing major tonight (But tomorrow though?!)

Ain't doing to much

Feed the bih then bust in her hair slightly

Ain't doing too much tonight

I'm givin' her semi pipe

But tomorrow bih? I'ma give her all of it

Ring around the roses dawg

These niggas keep fallin' down

Ashes on my Saint Laurent, Ashley keep on calling now

Ashley be getting aggravated

Found my winning young nigga done activated

Everybody was runnin' from me, cause I was pistol banging too much

I turnt down on my thuggin', they cross-examinating too much

Court dates done got boring now

I don't like orange now

I like peach

She say "Glee"

'Ion eat sweets

Pussy sour

Tryna catch Rick Ross

I'm the richest nigga out of Dade and Broward

Kodak and you know that

I ain't fucking with no peons

Kodak and you know that

Ain't fucking with no couch

I pulled up on a bike at the Met Gala

Yeah, I was just selling D-white, nigga Howard

Ain't doin' too much tonight

I'm Zit back Zoolin' tho

Imma kill her if she cheat, cause that's a stupid hoe

I ain't doin' too much tonight

Imma give her semi pipe

But tomorrow bih? I'ma give her all of it

I ain't doin' too much tonight

Imma give her semi pipe

But tomorrow bih? I'ma give her all of it

Ring around the roses dawg

These niggas keep fallin' down

Ashes on my Saint Laurent, Ashley keep on calling now

Don't suck my dick too fast, I don't like no motormouth

The crib granite, marble, bitches all around me

The bitch got my heart, but I ain't weak for pussy

Got a sniper round the roses, nigga, in your bushes, yeah

I told her I ain't fuckin with it, she don't tat my name on it, mm

I told them niggas bih, don't tie my name in it, mm

Just bought a brand new dome, gonna put some daisies on it, yeah

She lookin' at me she can tell I got some pain in me

I was standing in the rain, I'm selling nicks and dimes

Just bought my mama a chain, her shit big as mine, yeah

I ain't doin' too much tonight, tomorrow I'm super turnt

He done hit that hoe with no condom now lil' homie burnt

I ain't doin' too much tonight

Imma give her semi pipe

But tomorrow bih? I'ma give her all of it

I bagged a nigga before when I was on house arrest

Before you come to my house, gotta take a corona test

I ain't doin' too much tonight

Imma give her semi pipe

But tomorrow bih? I'ma give her all of it

Ring around the roses dawg

These niggas keep fallin' down

Ashes on my Saint Laurent, Ashley keep on calling now

Yeah

Ring around the rosie, but I don't play with children, nigga

Ring around the rosie, but I don't play with kids, nigga