Gunsmoke Town lyrics - Kodak Black

Put my life on the line the seventh time for you niggas

And these the same niggas, I catch 'em out here, I'ma kill 'em

It's fucked up out here, at first they cross and then play victim

Your big homies ain't right, lil' Wop lost his life to the system

I fucked off, I lost three million tryna satisfy these bitches

I've been on this KTB business, gotta maximize these riches

Put the hood on my back just for the projects to evict me

I made it with this rap and the same devil tried to trick me

Only right I'm movin' swiftly

I'm shiftin' through the city, tryna duck fake love

One day I'll have everything I envisioned of

I was in the field, slingin' that steel for real, now I get it done

Blood, sweat, and tears behind the scene that y'all ain't get to see

It's still some unfinished business I ain't get to complete

She say if I wasn't rich, then she wouldn't have to compete

If I wasn't famous 'cause it's different bitches on the daily

I ran my money up and got her fightin' for my love

I know she missin' me 'cause I'm missin' her

I'm sittin' like, "How the fuck in one day I ate sixty Percs?"

I'm sittin' here tryna figure out how to get this shit to work

Got a Trackhawk engine on the stick, I put it in reverse, then I slide

Comin' with my youngins, me and them jiggers gon' run up in your house

Two sticks in the handgun and it's rented, ain't for Enterprise

Jump out, get to hittin', we handle business on my fuckin' side

License plate flippin' on that mission every time we ride

Everybody remember me in the projects, from back in the day

Fourteen the first time a shot a nigga, 14-7 LA

Fifteen, I was runnin' in them stores, give me everything

Chew down on my big homie like, "Make sure I get fuckin' paid"

Fuck you mean you gettin' more? That ain't how this finna go

You wasn't with us in the store, you wasn't hidin' in the mo'

Switch the whip, I switched the flow again, you ain't even know

I ain't playin', I'm comin' to get my man, I'm gettin' your man's ho

We get the low, nigga, we ain't playin' with it, put cameras on your shit

We backed in at your crib, you ain't even know it's trackers on your whip

Yep

Fuck nigga, you dust

It's gon' be the second house on the left, soon we get there, lil' one blow it up

So when we get up, we gon' blow that bitch down

Talked to Soda on collect, he know to hold that shit down

From Pompano, yeah, that's my motherfuckin' round

Yeah, he roam where I roam, through that gunsmoke town

Yeah, he roam where I roam, through that gunsmoke town, you heard me?

That For Real lyrics - Kodak Black

(DJ Cam gon' show 'em how to drip)

(JT on the track again)

That's my fault, expectin' loyalty from niggas when really I should be mad at myself

I'm mad at myself, I was carryin' 'round a group of unloyal niggas on my back and just for them to stab me there

That's what I get, chasin' after friends that ain't cared

Now I'm tryna get the pin to where you stay and then I'm there

You went against the plan, so I gotta cut off your air

'Cause if you bite the hand that feed you, what you gon' do to somebody else?

Can't let that slide, all fuck niggas gotta die, y'all gon' fuck up the world

My pride to the side, playin' Barbie with my lil' girl

Couldn't see between your lines, I was caught in a twirl

I like guns and roses, she like pistols and pearls

That's my Russian roulette

Put a flower set on your neck

I'm here to protect you, baby

So I protect you, baby

See me with these different bitches so much, it get you crazy

So I keep your diamonds on flush like we in the restroom, baby

I apologize so much and you so tired of the fussin'

Ain't gon' hide from the public how much I love this woman

Say you ain't white, you Russian, I'm just glad you ain't my cousin

That's the only thing gon' stop me from lovin', you ain't nothin'

Mark your calendar, Friday, we on a date

We gon' talk over dinner and put everything on a plate

Everything on the table, say everything you gotta say

I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous, a sniper movin' with grace

My plug went to jail, but I made a way

This dope I'm gettin' now fucked up, but I make it shake

I'm a ratchet-ass lil' nigga, looked up and I made you bae

And everything I got, I obtained goin' through pain

It's my fault thinkin' I'ma meet my wifey in the club

It's just like me to go and turn a white bitch to a thug

I'm steady fuckin' hoes, you know you shouldn't have let me fuck

You wish you never loved, but it's too late 'cause you in love

I'm in a 'vert, I skeet out, then I skrrt

I'm pushin' through the hurt, this shit a blessin' and a curse

You hate when I'm on Percs, but girl, you know I need my Percs

I need you like my purse, I ain't got y'all, that's when I'm worse

I'm in the club, muggin' with no shirt

I'm thuggin', on that fuck shit, put my pistol in your purse

I don't second-guess my gut, them niggas flaky and I'm sure

I gave them chances, they turned out exactly who I knew they were

Been too long on this curb, it's time to leave

All they did was take when I was willing to give them everything

I had to learn how to swim, them crackers sent me up the creek

Tried to spread me on the ground, so it's too late to squash the beef

Mom, we made it, baby, you ain't gotta cry

I'm in the back seat, I ain't even gotta drive

But fuck this Maybach 'cause I'm that for real

Fuck this Maybach 'cause I'm that for real

A Beautiful Rainbow lyrics - Kodak Black

I smell a way out this relationship, I see myself leavin', ain't stayin' no more

Hate I had to find out my damn self, I won't mean nothin' to you anymore

Have you ever seen a rainbow?

I ain't never seen a nigga stay real too long

I ain't never seen a bitch happy with one dick

I swear, I'm findin' myself through this loneliness

I'm gettin' better at tellin' people no, I ain't never puttin' a bitch over these opiates

The Black & Milds becoming like weed to me, I only smoke 'em 'til probation's over

I'm goin' through her phone so I can find some closure

These McQueens like my lucky shoes

Me and three Caucasian bitches just had a rendezvous

Synthetic weed been bringin' out the best of me

Steppin' on niggas, my feet got fungus

Everything I do humongous

Pussy nigga snitchin', we killin' the witness, my nigga had got adjusted

I'm fuckin' a million bitches, but I can't get no woman to love me

Money ain't brought me happiness, I don't give a fuck, I got some money

Money don't make me happy, I be so mad, I crashed the 'vert

I was already thuggin', but all this money just made it worse

I'ma pick my misery, I'ma be off Percs, full of syrup

Any nigga say, "Fuck Yak," it's a matter of fact, he gon' get murked

Audiotape the killing

Heartbreaks and healing

Ain't leaving my ceiling

Bury me in a ditch

In the back of the projects where we used to play with sticks

I was the first young nigga shootin', bitch, I was the first nigga with a stick

Fifteen years old, G Pharaoh had me robbin' all the sprints

Runnin' into phone stores and cash for gold what got me rich

It'll never be the same, my nigga changed, I seen him switch

Been solo ever since, pourin' fours in Sierra Mist

I'ma calculate before I make my move

'Cause I never speak or start to act too soon

'Cause I'm a sniper, we ain't for lifers, you ain't my dog or nothin'

I was blinded by all the fake love, it clouds my judgement

I ain't never seen a rainbow

Snipers And Robbers lyrics - Kodak Black

Spray some more roach spray

I went to see Melly, I wanna see Niall

I keep my hoes straight, I'm cuffin' all them (I love you, Dzy)

Hurt me like two fades, you were my partner

Thuggin' like Boosie (100% Juicee)

I went to see Melly, I wanna see Niall

I keep my hoes straight, I'm cuffin' all them

Hurt me like two fades, you were my partner

Thuggin' like Boosie, snipers and robbers

AKs and dead flowers, choppers and roses

How many opponents? I'ma kill all them

Made it from the early corner, this shit amazing

Lil' one want smoke, I told him, "You still a baby"

I failed the piss test, I dropped off Xanny

Smoked so much krill, caught me red handed

Sneaked in her panties, gave her a wedgie

I tote Beretta, I got a fetish

Thuggin' on Z Street, catchin' all the licks

Gave the bitch a chance, said, "You better not piss"

AKs and dead flowers, choppers and roses

Snipers and robbers, snipers and robbers

Pint of that green, drink it with grits

I front you P's, you ain't have shit

Tried to be a good nigga, fuck it, I quit

I be tryna chill, deep down, I wanna kill

They say I could be much better without the pill

I was brought on this Earth so I can steal

Stackin' this paper, backends gettin' greater

Fell in depression, I been gettin' happy

Cut off them niggas, I been gettin' richer

I cut my wicks off, I was gettin' nappy

I switched my two step, cracker tried to grab me

You gon' play driver, I was on backseat

Ballin' like athlete, stand up on the balcony

Breeze with a black tee, I was so ashy

I'ma go throw back, jackin' gettin' flashy

They call me Kodak, bitch, I'm 'bout action

Choppers and daisies

Roses, .380s

Pistols and chocolates

Snipers and robbers

Choppers and daisies

Roses, .380s

Pistols and chocolates

Snipers and robbers

Balance lyrics - Kodak Black

Tired, they dead flies everywhere

Know what I'm sayin'?

You's a maggot, you should've died when you was a baby

Should've died when you was a baby, fuck nigga

Huh

I done caught a case again, forgive me one last time

Saweetie picked Quavo over me, she made me cry

Better be in bed by the time them killers come out at night

I be tryna make it through the evening

Ain't spent enough time with my son since he was born

I be goin' to prison every year, I don't even know him

I'm smokin' poison back and forth until the norm

Sound like I heard some niggas creeping

Ayy, when you 'bout that murder, play for real, you ain't got no exceptions

I'm with some rhinos in this place, they doing ZMF-ing

I had a bump on my face when I caught this last blessing

I take Celine home today, I spent a whole seventy

You out here shootin' and makin' music, you gotta pick you one

I be tryna rap and play the streets, Lil Boosie told me I couldn't

Lil Boosie told me I can't

What I'ma do with my rank?

How I'ma fold my Z?

I'm in the middle of beef

They shot my nigga in the face, how I'ma let that slide?

She say she scared to be my girl, I'm always doin' time

I fell in love with slingin' iron, I told 'em, "Wish me well"

I'm tryna balance this shit out, but it won't fit on the scale

Tryna balance my thuggin', tryna balance my ways

Ha, what I say? Hmm

Tryna balance my thuggin', tryna balance my ways

Promise I ain't duckin', just tryna stay safe

Gotta balance these streets

Promise I ain't runnin', just tryna stay free

Gotta balance these streets

Promise I ain't duckin', just tryna stay free

How they gon' guard me, man?

No Love For A Thug lyrics - Kodak Black

I fell out with my homie, I lost my baby girl

Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy

Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy, my baby boy

Lord knows that I'm lonely, I never say a word

I'm tryna act like I'm happy, I'm tryna fake it

I'm goin' through changes, you better know where you aimin'

You better know where you came in, you better know where I came from

Sometimes the hate get 'em famous, but I'm in love with this paper

I'm pushin' violence, but really I just need a hug

I wanna feel wanted and not taken advantage of

Like, seriously, I'm wonderin', is there no love for a thug?

Do anybody got a soft spot for a menace?

I know I met her at the club, 'cause I put my heart in it

I've been lookin' for a way out this world, done givin'

I had a serious conversation with my dawg Lil' Shimmy

He said "It's impossible to catch thirty bodies in a month"

The streets done changed, it ain't the same, the way you are killin'

And do not hate me, on this shit, just say "Just smoke a blunt"

I told Shimmy I can't tell, I think we goin' to hell anyways

I turned to demon just recently, you was what I should just face

I ain't the person I'm put out to be

The streets done changed me, it's too late, I got too far from me

The fake love sour me, it chew me up, spit me out, devour me

I'm fucked up

I fell out with my homie, I lost my baby girl

Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy

Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy, my baby boy

Lord knows that I'm lonely, I never say a word

I'm tryna act like I'm happy, I'm tryna fake it

I'm goin' through changes, you better know where you aimin'

You better know where you came in, you better know where I came from

Sometimes the hate get 'em famous, but I'm in love with this paper

Lookin' back on love, the only thing make life worth livin'

I don't wanna do no more of this shit without you, Mickey

I know you happy now, am I selfish for wantin' you to miss me?

Why must I always gotta walk around, fuckin' shit up?

Am I only tryna distract you now, 'cause you in love?

Confuse you and misuse you, just like I've always done

You became a strong black woman, and me, I'm still a chump

Tellin' these lil' bitches anythin' to let me fuck

Been payin' attention to everythin', when shit was us

Wouldn't be surprised, I see a wedding ring in a couple of months

Try to snap my fingers, you ain't come runnin' away, you used to jump

And then you told me I was havin' a baby, I'm like "Hold on, what?

Is it too late to get rid of? I mean, congratulations, Lord

I know you gon' be the best mother to your son"

We watched each other grow up, you hate how I'm always in some jump

Rolled every time, rolled every big, rolled every single one

You say you just don't know what it is, must be voodoo or somethin'

'Cause it always be some shit, no matter how good I've done

And now I just bought a whole strip, my hoes know where I'm from

And now they sayin' they found fentanyl in my cup

Crackers tryna set me up, niggas tryna wet me up

My dawg been on a lackin' spree, his mama died from vaccine

My other dawgs, they hatin', like Kim, remember, I was ski'd up, black tee

I told 'em if I was dead broke, flat like Kee is, I'd still be out that backseat, like

I fell out with my homie, I lost my baby girl

Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy

Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy, my baby boy

Lord knows that I'm lonely, I never say a word

I'm tryna act like I'm happy, I'm tryna fake it

I'm goin' through changes, you better know where you aimin'

You better know where you came in, you better know where I came from

Sometimes the hate get 'em famous, but I'm in love with this paper

Stay lyrics - Kodak Black

(G06 goin' crazy)

Stay, why you don't you stay?

How's it so easy to be away?

Why don't you need me like I need you, bae?

I still feel lonely when we're alone

Why don't you hold me? Is there something wrong?

Want you to stay, so you why don't you stay with me?

How's it so easy to be away me from me?

Why don't you need me like I need you, bae, baby?

I still feel lonely when we're alone

Why don't you hold me? Is there something wrong with me?

And are you sure, bae, that everything's fine?

What must I do for you to spend some more time with me?

I gotta move different

Gotta stay out my feelings

I can't know I'm slippin'

I been movin' different

I been on some other shit, this ain't the liftoff

You ain't really even fuckin' with me and you got me hooked off

This shit ain't even me, this shit is not it

You make it plain to see that we ain't locked in

You make it plain to see that we ain't locked in

This shit ain't even me, this shit is not it

Even in a swimming pool, you on the other side

I'ma get me another boo, got you another guy

Know there's another bitch, you ain't even gotta lie

I woke up mad as shit 'til you down by my side

You rolled over, open your eyes and you see me, nine in the morn'

So that mean she already know I was all night, ain't never come home

Talkin' to this bad bitch, can't never get her on the phone

You hate it for yourself 'cause you can't never leave me 'lone

Stay, so you why don't you stay with me?

How's it so easy to be away me from me?

Why don't you need me like I need you, bae, baby?

I still feel lonely when we're alone

Why don't you hold me? Is there something wrong with me?

And are you sure, bae, that everything's fine?

What must I do for you to spend some more time with me?

Down With You lyrics - Kodak Black

I been feeling like you's a blessing to me, baby

And what God has blessed, no man could ever take it

See, I done jumped through all kind of hoops to make you love me

And ain't nothin' gon' come for you except the money

I just wanna be down with you, bae

I just wanna be down with you, bae

I just wanna be down with you

Yeah, I love you lil' bit, but I don't think you got me soft

If the Bill lie, tell me once, I'ma cut it out

I was trappin' out the store, cash for gold to backwall

Few years later, I ran it up, then I bought crop

The Wock' got me noddin' off, I told you used to keep the beat 'round

I was fourteen tryna get hell, ready to pop a piece for me

Black boy gave me my first piece, I was a vet, I wasn't no buttercup

My nigga took a ten to the chin like an uppercut

In the club, I don't drink no liq', pour a fifth of codeine in the double cup

Told lil' mama, "I just wanna be down with you, baby, I don't even wanna fuck"

I was posted on the bayou early morning like my mind gone

Tell them pussy niggas who be talkin' shit the same side to slide on

I been feeling like you's a blessing to me, baby

And what God has blessed, no man could ever take it

See, I done jumped through all kind of hoops to make you love me

And ain't nothin' gon' come for you except the money

I just wanna be down with you, bae

I just wanna be down with you, bae

I just wanna be down with you

Wanna be down with you, baby

Uh, got all the money in the world, but I miss your touch

I wanna be down with you, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah

I could buy anything I want, but what I need is love

I got forty million dollars, but that ain't enough

If this shit don't hit, I'm back in the slums

I be fine by myself, but I wanna be one

I been thinkin' 'bout death ever since a young buck

I like guns and roses, go with my status

I was the first to bring Rolls-Royces in my projects

I ain't even gotta blow no money, bitch still gon' let me fuck her

I'm lovin' and I'm thuggin', can't have one without the other

I wanna be down with you

That's how I ride, I wanna ride for you

I'm breakin' hearts on Valentine's Day, pop out with my new bitch

Paint the Wraith white mayonnaise, pull off in the cool whip

And how I beat the pot with a butter knife, I might need a new wrist

I'm steady knockin' these opps' top right off, I'm runnin' through the list

I'm in Orlando, treat the BNB like a bando, ain't a bit

I tell Moeezy I ain't with that friendly shit, lame niggas make me sick

Fuck niggas make me sick

Dirty bitch made me vomit

Can't put my mouth on it

My record label finna bring me back some paper, I bet the house on it

I been feeling like you's a blessing to me, baby

And what God has blessed, no man could ever take it

See, I done jumped through all kind of hoops to make you love me

And ain't nothin' gon' come for you except the money

I just wanna be down with you, bae

I just wanna be down with you, bae

I just wanna be down with you

Kutthroat Bill: Vol. 1 (2022)

• Kodak The Boss
• 300 Blackout
• Slay Like Santa
• If You Ever
• I Can't Sleep
• Demand My Respect
• Play
• Starter Kit
• I'm So Awesome
• Game From Pluto
• Walk
• Spin
• Ammunition
• Hop Out Shoot
• Kutthroat Barbie
• At The Cross
• Freezing My Pinky
• Bad Man
• Silencer 

Kodak The Boss lyrics - Kodak Black

Let me start this shit off right 'cause I can never be wrong

I tried to change my life, them people called me a clone

Took the top off, I ain't drinkin' nothin' that I ain't pour

I brought my own 'za, I ain't smokin' nothin' that I ain't roll

Hold on, what happened to all that energy you had when I was gone?

You can say whatever you want, I know you hate that I'm home

Watchin' out for opps when you the one I need to worry 'bout

Sometimes your best friend be your biggest hater all along

Sometimes your enemy be right there, playin' up under your nose

They dissin' you, but you act deaf 'cause it come out as a joke

On God, I lost some friends 'cause I was playin' broke

Sometimes the way you plan is not how the end goes

I call it quits, find out my baby girl a big ho

I call her bitch, no questions asked, they just tenfold

Every time I come in town, everybody know

'Cause niggas get to sprayin' rounds and everybody out of the door

You know what's goin' down soon we get the low

You know soon we get the drop, niggas gettin' dropped

My baby Jayla caught a murder and she in the box

I tell her keep her head up, make sure she do her squats

Mama lost her baby to the streets, he beat up the block

He ain't dead, but she could tell that he love the block

2013, it was crazy, streets was gettin' hot

And the niggas I looked up to had went to smokin' flock

The SWAT ran in my nigga's spot, they just took him down

He had an AR with the stock, so he couldn't get a bond

I'ma beat the dope up 'til it lock and try to stretch me nine

On this explore page, think this where I'ma find my wife

I kept it real from the jump, fuck this music junk

But everything I touch bump, I must be number one

I'm fantasizin' on my bunk 'bout a Bentley truck

Like, "If I cut my dreads, will Zendaya let me fuck?"

Like, "If I get a six-pack, you will let me hit that, huh?

Then I got pardoned by Trump, they tried to stay I skunked

Instead of congratulatin', they hated, but I ain't gave a fuck

Then I keep droppin' until I caught the one platinum in two months

I don't usually dwell on my success, but fuck it, I drop my nuts

Niggas in the studio with me right now the niggas who got my trust

Every time I failed, I prevailed, that's why they call me a boss

If I learned a lesson from the situation, then I don't call it a loss

300 Blackout lyrics - Kodak Black

Yeah, SG ain't dead, but KTB got new motion, you heard?

You wasn't never this

Say, I was at the Marriott smokin' Black & Mild in the elevator

Some niggas made fucked up decisions where no man can save 'em

Everybody know me 'round my way, I'm a bona fide gangster

Gunslinger, I let it off broad day, them niggas was pointin' fingers

What the fuck I look like bein' a hater? I made it happy for 'em

My lil' nigga started touchin' paper, I was happy for him

I was in the cell thinkin' I was comin' home to you and me

How it was before they booked me, but how it's lookin', it'll never be how it used to be

Come on, player

I tried to spare you, I don't wanna hurt you, but I'm 'bout to blank

'Cause loyalty is the fuckin' virtue until it ain't

In the back of the Maybach, paper plates, put up the Dracs, we on a date

I heard a nigga got the drop to my mama house, but bitch, you late

'Cause she been moved, big house, swimmin' pool with a lake

I'm on a private jet, just me and bae, we havin' dinner

And no, nigga, ain't no fuckin' beef, I just come and get you

I'm 'bout my issue, I don't know 'bout you, but I'm gon' deliver

I'ma pop my pistol, I'ma hop out, shoot, I'ma run, go get 'em

And the lil' bitch say she ready to eat, bitch, you gon' wait

Be with real killers everyday, we look each other in the face

And steppin' on shit, I left my footprints 'round the city

That's fucked up what they did to Young Thug, can't let them get me

I was freestylin' this shit, I say, "Shit, I might as well just write it"

I'm a one-man army, I don't need no clique, need no indictments

I grew up in the judicial system, snipin' and fightin'

In juvenile detention centers, incitin' riots

In the studio, two nights in off a gram of that meth

Water whippin' in my kitchen, sticks and glizzys on my shelf

Treat the suburbs like the projects, turned the mansion to the trap house

I was pistol whippin', lil' nigga, I ain't even notice, I just blacked out

Fully loaded Blackout .300, a coyote one

Kept shootin' that nigga, I blacked out, did it for my mama, her oldest son

Everybody say I'm chosen one, the golden one

The only one around my way done made it, safe to say lil' nigga knowin' somethin'

Yeah, I'm a rapper, I smoke Runtz

SG, snatch and grab, walk a nigga to the trunk (I walk your bitch-ass to the trunk)

I'm at the Panthers Arena, I'm high as fuck

My bitch lookin' like Ari and Taina all at once

This Drac' gon' change a nigga demeanor as soon I up

Keep askin', I'ma tell you exactly who I done fucked

Bitch, stay out your feelings, I don't be in your business 'bout who you fuck

I keep a lil' swoop, as soon I duck, gon' get some new dust

They at that bag, go get that sack all by myself

Hit that intersection, I'm loaded up, I'm loafin' up

Got plenty routes, different directions, I'm never stressin'

And bitch, when I walk in this fuckin' room, don't ask no questions

It's KTB, Kodak the boss, Kodak the blessin'

Kill that boy, kill that bitch too, anybody get it

Everybody get it

Got gang in here, everybody with me

Catch a nigga where he ain't 'posed to be, you know I'ma kill him

And a friendship can't do nothin' for me when it's 'bout my business

If I catch me a nigga throwin' up that Z, then you better be with me

Catch your ass throwin' up that Z, you better be with this shit

Slay Like Santa lyrics - Kodak Black

Stack that paper and and stay out the way

How many racks I could fit in the safe?

I'm a stepper, they know I don't play

They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay

Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac'

Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way

I got manners, I nut on her face

I won't hide for nothin', I ain't hidin' for nothin'

Ain't no secret, I'm big boy thuggin'

Long live Honeycomb, I sold a brick on the ugly

On the block outside with cutters

Roll up an opp, straight fire up the ganja

I just need me a reason to snap

Since Honeycomb died, I put bees in the trap

Yeah, I got nine bodies, I'm a big boy stepper, ain't nobody better

My daddy name David, not Banner

By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule

She ridin' my dick on the chair and I'm hittin' her bare, panda

Beat her back in my only agenda

I just flew the lil' swoop from Atlanta

Yeah, I rap, but I'm really a scammer

Set up trap, got it boomin' in Tampa

I'm tryna show her I like her, so I keep sendin' her roses, Amber

I drop an ounce of that white, remix the clean, now it's dirty Diana

I'ma shoot out the Glock like a camera

My name Kodak, you know, like the camera

Too much pressure, that's all I'ma say

Everybody know if they play, they gon' lay

Killin' some haters again

Still made some paper in the pen'

Damn, he caught an innocent shell, yeah, I hope that don't count as a sin

Uh, I'm an all around stepper, my friend, Gucci down, Cartier lense

Damn, I should've cuffed the lil' bitch, damn, I let a lame nigga win

Niggas can't stand the rain, you niggas don't stand a chance

Chevrolet candy pink, I spent a band in the Benz

I'ma murk 'em, been lurkin' for weeks

I step in whatever, Dior on my feet

Ain't no nerd, but I love to geek

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

Stack that paper and and stay out the way

How many racks I could fit in the safe?

I'm a stepper, they know I don't play

They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay

Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac'

Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way

I got manners, I nut on her face

I won't hide for nothin', I ain't hidin' for nothin'

If You Ever lyrics - Kodak Black

Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him

Get a bullet to him

I fell asleep in the coupe, cracker found me with my fire

Suck my meat in the coupe while I'm slidin' on the I

Buy my music, buy my clothes, buy my weed, Cherry Pie

Livin' the life, they don't wanna see me fly, they wanna see me die

Diamonds gleamin', they don't wanna see me cheesin', they wanna see me cry

Disrespect me, I'ma take the Fendi off and I'ma slide

I'm a different kind of nigga, I can't be stopped, I can't be cloned

I'm a different kind of nigga, I can't be bought, I can't be sold

I be sittin' back, gettin' these racks, gettin' it on

I ain't into that chitty-chat, bitch, I'm grown

But I'm gone, hop out with the chrome, these niggas don't leave me 'lone

I'm in my zone, rollin' up a zone, I drop you like a song

Damn, I'm goin' to Hell, man

Every nigga disrespect me catch a shell, man

Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him

If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me

I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?

I ain't playin', nigga, you know what I'm comin' from

Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him

If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me

I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?

Better shoot me where I stand, 'cause nigga, I ain't runnin'

I'ma keep on coolin', I'ma keep doin' music, gettin' fetti

But I'ma go back to jail if a nigga disrespect me

I'ma give you promo, fuck with me, you know I'm steppin'

I ditched the stolo, me and Momo ridin' in the Chevy

I can't roll in peace anymore

Niggas think that I ain't in the streets anymore, they think I lost it

These niggas lost me, they see me flossin', now they salty

I'ma spin the bin, I'ma spin your block, I'ma get it poppin'

Ain't tryna die tonight, my family need me, so I'm clutchin'

Tryna change my life, but they won't let me, so it's fuck it

Blitz a nigga like I'm playin' rugby, pull off in a bucket

You ain't ever know how I'm fuckin' comin', they just know I'm comin'

Call my phone when you want some dick, you know I be comin'

Call my phone when you wanna vent, fuck with you one hundred

Keep the Colt on me like a big baby, Tony Dungy, ayy

Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him

If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me

I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?

I ain't playin', nigga, you know what I'm comin' from

Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him

If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me

I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?

Better shoot me where I stand, 'cause nigga, I ain't runnin

I Can't Sleep lyrics - Kodak Black

I'm creepin' through, I don't do no molly, I'm on a fuckin' Perky

I'm tryna stack a few more bodies for my fuckin' birthday

All I want for my birthday is a few more bodies

I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser

I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster

I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat

Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep

I'm booted up, I got a heart full of bands

Grimy nigga with my ass on my sleeve

Tryna bust this money down with my team

I can't shoot a nigga tonight 'cause I'm too clean

My nigga, he hangin' up out the window, what the fuck you mean?

I feel like I'm sleepwalkin' right now, I'm livin' a dream

And the way this beat knockin' right now, I feel supreme

This [?] got my jaw lockin' right now, I'm grindin' my teeth

I'm slidin' with that Draco, hope a nigga test my gangster

I been everywhere when everywhere they say I can't come

Slidin' with that Draco, hope a nigga test my gangster

I been everywhere when everywhere they say I can't come

I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser

I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster

I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat

Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep

Security stopped me at the door, said, "You can't get in with that strap"

Strip a pussy nigga naked, make it shake, make it clap

Niggas hidin' from the streets, he think he safe 'cause he rap

I keep switchin' up my number just in case it get tapped

I be posted on the corner like a hobo

I can't trust you niggas, somewhere ridin' solo

I be chasin' after paper like a fiend

Say, if we beefin', why you tryna make a scene?

Y'all on the 'Gram, y'all niggas squares, y'all goin' fed, y'all droppin' tracks

Them niggas scared, they tuckin' they tail, they tryna live, they don't wanna get whacked

I'm creepin' through, I don't do no molly, I'm on a fuckin' Perky

I'm tryna stack a few more bodies for my fuckin' birthday

I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser

I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster

I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat

Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep

Demand My Respect lyrics - Kodak Black

See, I demand my respect, know what I mean?

Nigga, you ain't gotta like me, you ain't even gotta respect me, long as you don't disrespect me, you heard me, nigga? (Respect it or check it, salute me or shoot me, nigga)

Nah, fuck that, them pussy niggas gon' respect this shit, for sure

I demand my respect, I don't really care for love

I done sent the bitch a jet, all I wanted was a hug

I'm slammin' in a 'Vette (I'm slammin' in a 'Vette, slammin')

I don't really care for sex, I ain't get none in a month

VVS, prong set (VVS)

You ain't with me, then you with the wrong set

This where I been at, my __cpLocation on net

I'm on they neck, dog

Fuck my old homies, I regret I even met y'all

I don't play no games, I left the switch at my ex house

PS5 at mama house, my house got the Xbox

Just for decoration, deer head in my living room

Diamonds in my mouth, so you can't tell I got a missin' tooth

This ain't nothin' new, I been spinnin', ain't got shit to prove

I'm standin' on business, ain't no livin' by the principles

I'm dyin' 'bout my morals and my aura, I got shit to lose

Just caught the drop off a block, nigga, this a chicken coop

I'm poppin' like Coke, beat the dope with a fork (With a fork)

Baby from New York, she got a body like Coke

I'm cuffin' like she wrote

She got a warrant as soon I seen I got the yo

Yeah, I don't play no police games, but now she under my arrest

My dick stay in her chest

Keep her happy, never stress

I'm in Cali' with a vest

KTB, Kodak the best

And I'm never comin' off they neck

Shooters comin' off the bend

My snipe can't wait to get out, Young D can't wait to get off house arrest

My niggas sensitive 'bout Yak

Nigga comment under my picture, they be ready to handle that

Ayo, G-Mac, grab the MAC, spray, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

I demand my respect

I'ma whack 'em 'fore you whack 'em, nigga, what's up? Let's make a bet (Uh-huh)

My homie played a foul, I'm tryna hit him with a TEC

All my vultures on a prowl, yeah, we gon' land and we gon' peck

We done linked up with more killers, got gorillas in the set

Fuck it, y'all just run in the field and we gon' chill in the nest (Mhm)

It's a win-win, y'all dyin' there, we lookin' out for the threats

Droppin' shit off when y'all get off, then we cleanin' up the rest

Go

Yeah, niggas gon' say, man, that fuck nigga snappin', ayy, lil' boy, you put that shit in perspective, for real, for real

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, all the vultures and shit gon' really like, like, like, really like, know what I'm sayin', like, gon' smell that (I'ma eat, you gon' eat too)

For sure, make these pussy niggas respect this shit, you heard me?

Uh-huh

I'm slammin' in a 'Vette

I'm slammin' in a 'Vette, flash, flash

Ha, yeah

Play lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Lil Crix)

He on a plate, he ate

Niggas keep dyin' that way, keep fryin' that way

Niggas gettin' fried like chicken and shit

KFC, nigga, we kill 'em for Crix

Hit a nigga ass with a three-piece combo, his mom, his bro, his sis

Got an opp bitch in the back of the Rolls

I better not see a nigga crackin' no fours (Let's go)

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that

I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack

I got a Glock with a beam

If I catch an opp, he gon' scream

I got them zoes on my team

Just made six hundred off streams

Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap, on gang)

Let's go

It's crazy, I came here from nothin', now I walk around, I'm the motherfuckin' man in my city

I show a nigga no pity, your mama, your brother, your sister, your kids, your bitties

I don't give a fuck who you call, a nigga can never say that Lil Crix assed out

I drop an opp like he passed out

Two kids and his hoes, throw his ass in a blunt, gassed out (Let's go)

When I'm all in public, that heater tucked

On Blood, y'all know how I give it up

I don't give a fuck who you with

I ain't sparin' shit

Cashin' that bag like Allstate

Burn like some plastic in broad day

Bullets make you sing like Rod Wave

M16, they all spray

New Versaces, all suede

Ten Piguets, they all ways

Six thots, they all slay, ayy

They ask me, like, why I don't be social

Like, why I don't be talkin'

I told they ass, "Man, [?] shit for sure"

These peons will know what a six pack is, that's seventy-two ounces

But, gang, let's get it piped up

On gang (Gang)

Let's go

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that

I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack

I got a Glock with a beam

If I catch an opp, he gon' scream

I got them zoes on my team

Just made six hundred off streams

Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap)

Let's go

I don't even cap on no beat, on blood, you payin' for this fee

What I look like payin' for a fee?

Nine Trey, don't get put on a tee

Lil' bro in your bush like a bee

This MAC have you shot like a tree, yeah

Tag beat a bitch, Ray Rice, don't play with your life like dice, nigga

You better think twice, nigga, 'cause I'll pay the price, nigga

Know some young niggas that's itchin' for bodies, when they see you, it's on sight

Fifteen, seen my first body, I ain't never look back, that's why I keep a strap on my hip

Diss, get shot on your lip

I'm blowin' shit off the rip (Ayy)

Got twenty in this clip

Never catch me in no zip

I can get bag like new chips or flip the new whip

I'm puttin' crackers on watch 'cause I keep a gun

This drill shit ain't fun, nigga

Starter Kit lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. VVSNCE)

(Shit touch souls, AJ, that beat touch a nigga soul)

[VVSNCE:]

Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit

Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?

Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit

Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit

Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard

Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard

In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart

Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part

[Kodak Black:]

Mulsanne with my mood change, I know two things, they can't fuck with me, can't fuck with you

And I know I gotta put you first, you can't be number two

Just play your role, get anything you want, bae, if you actin' right

Dope was bad, I hit it with that one-two, brought it back to life

Always lit, bitch, we in VLive

Young nigga poppin' shit, Beamer, Benz, or Bentleys, I can't decide

Fuck it, old school Chevrolet

In the club doin' your thing, I made it rain like the weatherman

Fucked around, got a lil' taste and I been cravin', you Heaven sent

Tattoo tears for the pain, make up tattoos on your face

And make sure it's plain as day

And fuck what these haters say

You for the streets, I'll say today

I bet I'm gon' make you stay

You see the peace, you see the rage

[VVSNCE:]

Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit

Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?

Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit

Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit

Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard

Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard

In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart

Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part

[Kodak Black:]

Too gangster for this shit, I might not never get no award

Nigga fakin' in the club, just ordered ones, ain't even throw it

Been in the streets forever and ain't got nothin' to show for it

All it did was take my dogs and give me charges and left me scarred

The streets don't love nobody, but I still gave the bitch my heart

Nigga think this shit a game, don't even know how to play your card

In the back of the Maybach Sprinter, bustin' dinner, watchin' TV

And I fell in love with a stripper, let me be your nigga, let me be your BB

Wake up, grab my pistol, put on my VV's, then I pray

Pop 'bout two, three glitches, then I'm ready for the day

I told all my bitches, "I got a girl and stay away"

Shorty been playin' her part, so I ain't gon' do that to my bae

[VVSNCE:]

Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit

Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?

Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit

Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit

Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard

Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard

In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart

Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part

I'm So Awesome lyrics - Kodak Black

Uh, hopped out to spray, then I hopped in the Wraith

Yeah, I'm havin' fun today

Step on these niggas and they better not play

Yeah, that's what my mama say

Get you some money, you stay here, you pay

You can't be sittin' in my mansion all day

I go to prison, I'm havin' my way

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Go to Morocco and fuck on a thot ho, I'm so, I'm so awesome

Think 'cause she finer she gon' get designer, no, get you a job or somethin'

Jay Crack my dog, you know he been my weenie

Fuck with him long way, he knew me since peewee

Remember them times I was fuckin' a fifi

Yeah, uh, thanks for them letters, bae, now you get CC

All of my bitches be yellow like Beezy

Flex on these niggas, I make it look easy

I'm draggin' my nuts, they be all on my Fiji

Drip on these bitches, they eatin' my spit up

Ran out of gas, I'ma need me a fill up

She say I raped the bitch, no, but I bit her

I got too much money, ain't doin' no sit-up

Hopped out to spray, then I hopped in my bag, yeah, I'm in my Birkin

Shoutout to Gucci, I think that's my dad, yeah, I was just jerkin'

I hit the woah 'cause I like that lil' dance

I be on go, you gon' lay where you stand

Pull out the Ghost, I'm too rich for a Benz

Mmm, yeah

Lil' one be callin' me daddy and shit, uh, that ain't my baby

Shorty be throwin' her kids on me, hmm, 'cause they need savin'

This how I'm livin', I'm deadass

End of your girl, your lil' head ass

Like when you callin' me daddy, ha

Daddy, zaddy, pullin' up, I'm on the addy

They searched the crib, but I still got a gun in the attic

I done got really established

This wasn't 'posed to happen 'cause I was just jackin' and stuff

I turn a nigga to maggots, yeah, he dead, flies everywhere

I done created the fabric that niggas be jackin', so they gotta pay me to wear

Courvoisier is a poor nigga drink, but I'm drinkin' it, you need a license to share

I'ma Z all I can Z and I Z who I Z, that's just the way that I am

Courvoisier is a poor nigga drink, but I drink it, I drink it

I keep some sack and a MAC and a shank in my blanket, the blanket

I keep security 'cause I'm tired of shootin'

I be on tears and my eyes be googly

Big dumbass rubies on all of my toothies

Ass shots, I put that fire on your booty

Hop in and spray soon I hop out the coochie

I'm a clean lil' nigga, I'm awesome

I got a whole lot of millions, I ain't want a Benz, so I bought my dog one

I don't be countin' the Maybach truck, even though it's a Benz, I don't it count though

Thirty inch rims, gotta mount it though

I'ma treat you like you weren't my round before

Candy paint Lamb', just hopped out to spray

I keep some bands on me just to go play

I'm not a fan of you niggas, okay?

You ain't got no plans, then you just in my way

Step on these niggas, I stand on them hoes

Cutthroat nigga, yeah, anythin' go

I hop out the vehicle, fixing my pistol

Bounce out on niggas, I look like I'm Tigger

Game From Pluto lyrics - Kodak Black

I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up

Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up

Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug

Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper

Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots

I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars

Play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched

Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy

Mulsanne all cash, like Bentley, don't take checks

Just bring all gas and smoke, I don't take threats

Free my nigga Flippa, SG, we the best

Until he get an issue, nigga, we can't rest

I'm on a jet with a dirty TEC and an MPX

We gon' close casket or make his family take a guess

Yeah, they switchin' sets, they changin' way too soon

I'm in the club, I'm blowin' K2 fumes

I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up

Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up

Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug

Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper

Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots

I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars

Play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched

Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy

Future told me, "Drop that shit, keep it on they chest, feet on they neck"

KTB, Kodak the boss, Kodak the best, that ain't a guess

Say he love to see me flex, every time you flex, put it in they face

And I'm poppin' checks, and soon they drop the case, I copped the Wraith

All these bands free, if a ho wanna fuck with me, open up a Chase

I was in Tennessee leanin', nigga fiendin' for that drank

I'm a rich junkie, stay from 'round me, you look like a monkey

If you look dirty, dog, probably got monkeypox

I'ma take they head clean off for playin' on my top

Ho, you ain't even gotta dance, ho, I'm tryna do my Kodak bop

Gettin' too much guap, rocked up like I'm sellin' brick

Pull out ZR1 Stingray 'Vette, jellyfish

I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up

Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up

Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug

Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper

Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots

I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars

Play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched

Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy

I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up

Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up

Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug

Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper

Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots

I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars

Yeah, play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched

Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy

Walk lyrics - Kodak Black

Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?

The fuck got into you?

(Walk) I'm a big stepper, I drip when I walk

I'm bringin' pressure, they run when I walk

I kicked the bitch out the Jeep, told her, "Walk"

Yeah, I jump on these beats and I walk

Slide, keep on slidin' (Walk)

Opps just keep on dyin' (Walk)

Spin 'round, spin 'round (Walk)

Step down, step down (Walk)

Hmm, Hellcat came with a exhaust

Switched out on me, must be lost

KTB, Kodak the boss

Candy paint Maybach, it gloss

Your bitch in here, she gettin' tossed

Baguettes on my neck, look like frost

I'm bussin' checks in the office

I play defense and offense

Run up, you get stepped on, I'm a demon, I throw crosses

Run down with my vest on, no such thing as being too cautious

I took all my losses to the chin and then I charged it

Fresh out of prison, I'm already spinnin', I'm right back where I started

.223s in the cartridge

5.56s and switches

Ain't sparin' none of you bitches

Want sympathy, ain't gettin' it from me

My niggas love me, it ain't 'bout the money 'cause they get to spinnin' for free

I'm from the city, no pity, lil' nigga went missin' the other day, he was just three

(Walk) I'm a big stepper, I drip when I walk

I'm bringin' pressure, they run when I walk

I kicked the bitch out the Jeep, told her, "Walk"

Yeah, I jump on these beats and I walk

Slide, keep on slidin' (Walk)

Opps just keep on dyin' (Walk)

Spin 'round, spin 'round (Walk)

Step down, step down (Walk)

Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk in

Picked up a bag when I walked in

I fucked this bitch, now the nigga keep stalkin' my page

I got too many options to make

I fuck all of my bitches the same

Turned in the Jag for a Range

I did the Dash like Dame

She see my wrist and say, "Dang"

Audemars fresh out the pan

Water whippin', walkin' 'round the kitchen with the pot right in my hand

Walk, step, slide, spin

Ain't no perc, five, ten

Big size rim

My cousin walkin' taught me this

Don't even lie, I walk

What you call that? It wasn't even my fault

One point five in the vault

I'm on the blogs anytime that I talk

Thirteen cars but I'm still gon' walk

And I'm on lean today

Now they got behind me, they didn't even chase

They don't fuck with me 'cause they know they can't

(Walk) I'm a big stepper, I drip when I walk

I'm bringin' pressure, they run when I walk

I kicked the bitch out the Jeep, told her, "Walk"

Yeah, I jump on these beats and I walk

Slide, keep on slidin' (Walk)

Opps just keep on dyin' (Walk)

Spin 'round, spin 'round (Walk)

Step down, step down (Walk)

Spin lyrics - Kodak Black

Damn, Tye, you made this bitch, too?

The fuck got into you?

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Spin, spin, spin, spin

Spin, spin, spin, spin

Steppin' and slidin', run down on opps

I got niggas hidin' from they own damn block

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Spin, spin, spin, spin

Walkin' and slidin' and steppin' and spinnin'

And standin' on bitches and standin' on business

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walkin' on beats, got Dior on my feet

Givenchy my freaks, so these hoes on my meat

Spin you in Benz since you reppin' your Z

Steppin' from me so you steppin' for free

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Spin, spin, spin, spin

Spin, spin, spin, spin

Let me see 'em when you walk

Let me see 'em when you walk

Let me see 'em when you walk

Let me see 'em when you walk

Let me see 'em when you step, step, step

Show the people how you step, step, step

Let me see how you walk

Let me see how you slidin'

Let me see how you walk, like you ain't got no ride

Let me see how you walk

Let me see how you walk (Can't leave with it)

Let me see how you walk (On the scene with it)

SG business

Slidin' with my niggas, we gon' slide

I'ma slide, he gon' slide and we slidin' with the iron

Nigga, slide, where your gun, nigga?

Everybody rhyme, when we slidin'?

Where you from, nigga? We don't even mind

It's the vibe, nigga

Palm Beach, Dade County, Broward

This the vibe, niggas

Bah-huh-rra-rra-brra-brra

Everybody walk, step, slide

Bra, brra

Everybody opps gotta die

Let me see 'em when you walk

Let me see 'em when you walk

Let me see 'em when you walk

Let me see 'em when you walk

Let me see 'em when you step, step, step

Show the people how you step, step, step

Walkin' and slidin' and steppin' and spinnin'

And standin' on bitches and standin' on business

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walkin' on beats, got Dior on my feet

Givenchy my freaks, so these hoes on my meat

Spin you in Benz since you reppin' your Z

Steppin' from me so you steppin' for free

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Spin, spin, spin, spin

Spin, spin, spin, spin

Steppin' and slidin', run down on opps

I got niggas hidin' from they own damn block

Walk, walk, walk, walk

Spin, spin, spin, spin

Ammunition lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. NFL Tuewop)

[Kodak Black:]

I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders

Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh, don't even kill 'em"

I got my heat on me right now, in the studio, chillin'

I'm rockin' VLONE and the V stands for very vicious

I got the grip, I got the whips, I got plenty bitches

I got sticks, I got clips, I'm havin' ammunition

Tell me how you wanna play it, I'ma get with you

'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit

This an AR, but I hit a nigga close distance

In the middle of the KR, 'cause I'm comfortable when I'm in the trenches

I can eat or spend a band or I'ma spend a ticket

But either way, a nigga play, then he fuckin' get it

I'm a snipe, I get my man or his necessary

Me and Syk, jumped out the bands, went to jumpin' fences

And we ski's with the reas', all black dickin'

Fuck you mean? I got Zs, we in Mississippi

Don't get yolked, we'll rope a nigga, like we linchin'

This that smoke that make you choke and leave niggas twitchin'

I got four-wheelers and Benji's, Rovers and Bentleys

I'm gon' stand over a nigga, let him see me grinnin'

Three-hundred a show and spent a hundred on the pendant

Just ten minutes ago and I be already bendin'

I'm gon' light me somethin' up, this ain't no fuckin' image

You know they call me Kodak, I might fuck around and film it

I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders

Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh, don't even kill 'em"

I got my heat on me right now, in the studio, chillin'

I'm rockin' VLONE and the V stands for very vicious

I got the grip, I got the whips, I got plenty bitches

I got sticks, I got clips, I'm havin' ammunition

Tell me how you wanna play it, I'ma get with you

'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit

[NFL Tuewop:]

Make a nigga bend before you kill him, that shit a tradition

Blood in my eyes, on vulture mode, she fuckin' with my vision

I ain't droppin' no water, I'ma slang this dope and chase 'em out, it's tennis

And we strictly headshots, ARP blow off the nigga fitted

Bendin' blocks, sell a nigga dope, like a Jehovah witness

Lil' Tuewop, livin' life like a stripper, on all these poles, keep titties

The boss say it's smoke, we slice your throat, real cutthroat committee

Hollow dug in his face, ate 'em, ew, ew, gave him a buck fifty

We got armed and pills around, hella ammunition

Kidnappin' niggas in broad day, you know this shit get wicked

Done before this honor, mob ties, forever stand on business

Still in souls, thief in the night, reaper of the trenches

[Kodak Black:]

I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders

Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh, don't even kill 'em"

I got my heat on me right now, in the studio, chillin'

I'm rockin' VLONE and the V stands for very vicious

I got the grip, I got the whips, I got plenty bitches

I got sticks, I got clips, I'm havin' ammunition

Tell me how you wanna play it, I'ma get with you

'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit

Hop Out Shoot lyrics - Kodak Black

Never pick and choose

And I'm 5'2''

(Carl Paul)

When I ain't in the stu'

That smoke go down whoever throat, you heard?

(Load it up, Carl)

Ride the four-wheelers and go bowlin' when I ain't in the stu'

That smoke go down whoever throat, I never pick and choose

I'm 5'7", I walked in, she standin' 5'2"

She asked me what I like to do, I told her, "Hop out, shoot"

Ayy, hop out, shoot, hop out, then shoot

Funny how you liked on me and now I'm feelin' you

We hop out, then shoot, we hop out, then shoot

We poppin' out, then swingin' bitches out they sandals

Lot of you niggas finna die

I ain't tellin' no lie when I say we poppin' out, head up on sight

I see you, I'ma get to rockin' out

Tryna call, are you bitches sleep or somethin'?

I had chilled a fuckin' year out 'fore I knocked 'em all, lil' daddy ain't even seen it comin'

I'm drippin' like last Sunday

I just took off with a chicken like last Monday

I be tryna change, but sometimes look like I'm runnin' from it

I like her now, but once I get her, I'm on another woman

I went oranges on the Dunks, I got the butter for it

If a nigga call out smoke, I'm comin', runnin' to it

I ain't gon' lie, you make me feel good on a murder song

I told lil' shawty, "Ho, you probably never goin' home"

I told Boosie, "I caught a few bodies lookin' up to you"

I told Plies, "Every time you rapped that shit, I went to go do it"

We probably beef, but we SG, that mean we tight, alright?

I walked from GA, stole the car comin' from Powell Heights

Sometimes we fight, but when it's war, we come together though

We come together

We hop and we shoot, we go there with whoever, zoe

We go wherever, it's whatever

Say it

Ride the four-wheelers and go bowlin' when I ain't in the stu'

That smoke go down whoever throat, I never pick and choose

I'm 5'7", I walked in, she standin' 5'2"

She asked me what I like to do, I told her, "Hop out, shoot"

Hop out and shoot

Ayy, hop out, shoot, hop out, then shoot

And how 'bout you? Baby, what you and your friends do?

Pop out, shoot, hop out, shoot, he love run and gun

When I finally see Petey, you know it's done, done, done

As soon as shorty took me back, went and ran the game to her

She say she give me chance, don't do her like a lame do her

These niggas always keep callin' when they needin' somethin'

My older bitch keep cookin' for me and cleanin' for me

Walk 'em down, a hundred rounds, fully with a switch

Bullets shootin' quick, we back down any niggas who come 'round this bitch

Everybody say they demon time, but I move with grace

I'm a righteous reaper, a good nigga, but I'll eat your face

I was on twenty Percs before the end of the day

Straight up, nigga turned his back on me, I left him on his face

Don't make me get in your house and wake up in your place

This the longest I been out and I ain't catch a case

I know I'm never finna go back to the pain and suffering

Or sharin' a cell with a nigga and having to smell each other

I'ma wipe a whole generation out 'bout my brother

A nigga wanna bring the crazy out me, try my brother

Kutthroat Barbie lyrics - Kodak Black

Bae, you gon' have to decide if you can handle bein' with a thug nigga like me

Know as far as my lifestyle, I try keep certain lil' shit away from you

But you gon' have to be a big girl and hold a nigga down, no matter what

It's never gon' be easy cheffin' with a nigga who love the streets

Times I can't be reached

I'm out handlin' shit that need to be dealt with, no questions asked

But at the end of the day, I'm all 'bout my money and I love you

I know you love me

This for you

I'm sendin' tucci to the feds like I'm FedEx

I'm tryna push up, tryna have you on bedrest

I be wantin' to spend time, but I don't find the time to

I'm tryna hide you where nobody can find you

Pull up to the studio, I'm tryna fuck somethin'

I'm steady ridin' 'round strapped, I'm tryna bust somethin'

Any rapper jump in your DMs, bae, just know it's smoke

These bitches hatin', they see my love for you way different

We by ourselves, nobody else, not even the gang with me

For you, I'd cross over the sea, you where I wanna be

Every time we freak, you have my sheets like the Muckalee

You ain't gon' keep out the trenches, bae, so stop trippin'

I'm never puttin' down my fire, so don't even try

I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky

You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life

Pop mollies

I'm in the 'yo with Rock Gotti

Golden Acres projects

Right now, it's a block party

I don't even drive the 'Rari

I'm in a bulletproof Caddy, rather safe than sorry

Even though these niggas ain't gon' play

They know I'm dingy, I be steppin' everyday

Any nigga jump in your DM, make sure you tell me, bae

'Cause you my cutthroat Barbie

I had you layin' at a party for a nigga drop

I know you ridin' without a doubt, you doin' shit you never did before

So 'bout this love, I swear to God, I'ma tear the city up

Let's start a business up

We slide, you got my glizzy tucked

In your purse, you hold my Percs, you been through worse, you need a Bentley truck for that

I know it's other hoes out here, but bae, you everything for Yak

No matter what we go through, you promise this shit forever stay intact

At the baby shower for your people, knew right there when I seen you, it's gon' be you and me next

I started roundin' up my pieces and bust you down a piece, hope these credit cards gleesin'

I was watchin' you dance, it's your walk, it's your stance, you make all this look easy

You break me down to my knees, turn my pawn to a queen, turn my pawn to a queen, yeah

I'm a real king

Turn my pawn to a queen

You bring me down to my knees

Turn my pawn to a queen

Cutthroat Barbie, you

At The Cross lyrics - Kodak Black

(Rippa on the beat, bitch)

All this life I'm livin', all this life I'm livin'

Got me crazy, this shit got me crazy

(Let me hear it, let me hear it)

All this life I'm livin' got me crazy

Why you drive the droptop when it's rainin'?

How you put an O in front of the Range?

In a orange Rover, peel out, switchin' lanes

All this gunpowder fuckin' up my brain

Life done took a toll on me, it changed me

Got a nigga walkin' 'round here, actin' strange

I left my birds at the cross and went to Haiti

Three crosses on my face, they wanna hang me

I tripple-crossed a nigga, yeah, I'm shady

Yeah, them niggas can't relate, 'cause they ain't smart enough

Yeah, everythin' I do, it be for all of us

Got a Zoe flag on the Maybach truck, bendin' corners

Got too much money to be still jumpin' out of Lamb' Rovers

Too much shooters to be still jumpin' out shootin'

I turned a Kodak moment to a whole movement

And you niggas can't get close to me, I'm inaccessible

Keep every conversation brief as an ethical

I left all my partners, because I out-grew them

I left all my problems and moved to Wyoming

They dropped by my eyes, they ain't a tear, it's a blood

Faced all of my fears even though I ain't scared of nothin'

Earned everythin' because I came from the slums

Can't show me what's the meanin' to your love

Tell me while I'm still here, hittin' the bottom feeders

Left my birds at the cross hair

But throwin' cautions at the window

Ain't no crossin' 'bout business, I ain't taking no more losses

Say Haitian boy Kodak, uh, I love my auntie, my niece

Run up in the projects, thuggin' by the Chinese store

That was uncle, auntie and them, he might try to call them

Thirteen on the molly's, tryna steal the violence

My mama couldn't hold me, she sat me down to Mustang

My dad a droptop Toyota, felt just like a Corvette

Every bitch I stick my dick in, they said they wanna repeat

Freezing My Pinky lyrics - Kodak Black

(AB)

(D-Roc)

Jumped out the jet and took me a flight

Nothin' ain't real, everything got a price

Fuck a bad bitch, better talk to me nice

I'ma keep steppin' on niggas for life

Smoke grey chop out an all-black Demon

Play like you mad, I'ma start back cheatin'

Been wanted out, I just needed a reason

Still in a drought, I can freeze up my pinky

Can't let her go, she owe me a kid

I need support, can you ride my big?

Nah, I ain't gay, but, I split some wig

On a chill day, I'm still gon' slay

If I don't come back, how the bills gon' pay?

Think about that 'fore you hate on me

I'm in the club with a shank on me

Stripper say, "Kodak, come rain on me"

Just rain on me

Just rain on me

Tank on E, but, I'm drunk as a F

I'm a big stepper, I rob by myself

See opp, hot pot, then, I step

Bet you been miserable me since I left

No, no you can't have my wealth

Louis V, all-white belt

I snatch off [?]

She dancin' with me, wanna mary a Devil

Hy heart on my sleeve, but, I need to be careful

Nigga just showin' me love 'cause he stressed out

They know on God there ain't nothin' to bless

Fuck the weak shit, I done finally got better

Niggas don't know why I cried in my Tesla

They forget how many times that you helped them

Now, they think they better, now, you got to stretch 'em

Blood in the streets like he flooded my bezel

Murder man, murder man, murder man, yeah

I been at this shit, I age well

Baby snipers, I raised them

My iPhone recognise me with my ski-mask, I'm a whole 'nother goon

Turn up at the back all night, on Z class, I won't make it to school

Jumped out the jet and took me a flight

Nothin' ain't real, everything got a price

Fuck a bad bitch, better talk to me nice

I'ma keep steppin' on niggas for life

Smoke grey chop out an all-black Demon

Play like you mad, I'ma start back cheatin'

You ain't my nigga, I know you a leecher

Pick yo' dilemma, you nothin' but a skeezer

Switchin' out rentals, you know that I creep

None of you nigga ain't not in my reach

Fuck with Lil Kodak, you know I'ma eat (Yeah)

Yeah, and the smoke come free

Been blowin' the Benz all this week

Dirty my hands, clean the gun with bleach

Them niggas got a lil' fee, but, they ain't on me

Jumped out the jet and took me a flight

Nothin' ain't real, everything got a price

Fuck a bad bitch, better talk to me nice

I'ma keep steppin' on niggas for life

Smoke grey chop out an all-black Demon

Play like you mad, I'ma start back cheatin'

Been wanted out, I just needed a reason

Still in a drought, I can freeze up my pinky

Bad Man lyrics - Kodak Black (feat. Prince Swanny)

[Kodak Black:]

Sexin', passion, she red and she classy

But she can get sassy too

I'm ahead of fashion, I pop ecs' and chase the dragons

I'm never late for the action

And me fi tell you Kodak Black is a bad man

Make mills, set, hope you expecting this reaction

He call for wreck, drive down, TEC get to blast, son

No, no, for ten, let it ring, got his men and them too

I'm on the scene, like what you mean? Like what's happenin' in the food

On the spot, I see a opp, I'm takin' action right there

'Pon the place, 'pon the place

It's okay, I'll be the bad guy

I'm a good nigga, but they'll never tell you that lie

[Prince Swanny:]

When you rollin' with the Z, you know we so fly

All about the money, baby, know this Tek life, yeah

All the memories still live from me in school

Baby, me and you used to stick together like glue

Wonder what happened in the mix when things grew

But it's never too late to give you designer boo, yeah

Rollin' with the Z (Z)

The gyal a the evil, no worry

Strap down 'pon me lap, that she a see

Circle 'pon the ends, hail the evil heads

Ever have the chopper 'pon me lap because me nah fi know them

If them nah say Z, then we a fi show them

Gyal a want fi give me brain when me damn rollin'

Every gyal a say Z

Step with my fresh Nike

Them pussy boy can't friend me

Step like every night

Yeah, we do it right

Weh we a fi say Z

But gyal you a fi be me wifey

Or do you prefer be the sidey?

Gyal you a be the side or a be the wife

Yeah, yeah

Silencer lyrics - Kodak Black

(Expensive)

Kutthroat Bill, Kutthroat Bill, yeah

KTB, nigga

Kutthroat business

Yeah, yeah

Go in all the opps' bios, ayy, we been feelin' on we long lives

We been steppin' for this whole year

Back to back smack, I got no chill

I go get dirty in designer gear

Hop out, pop a thirty, ain't talkin' 'bout a pill

Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears

I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid

And I'ma keep it a brick

I got the itch 'cause I popped me a glitch

Robin Jeans, I had to rob for a fit

Don't like how these niggas be talkin', he sis

Back to back, droppin' hits

They can't keep up, the Scat Pack got the kit

Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch

Silencer on the stick

I tried to kill me a nigga on his birthday

I just want twenty-five bodies for Christmas

Popped too much Percs with the water, I'm pissy

We just found him, but he still end up missin'

I put the bag on the bitch, that's a fifty

I pull up crashin' on shit, that's collision

Oh, it's a bag on this shit? What's the total?

I pull up crashin' on shit, that's a total

This what we reppin', dog, this what we steppin' 'bout, KTB, Lauderkill, bitch, Pompanolia

Swap out a hip, cross a bitch nigga over

Rock out and hit, take his arm off his shoulder

Bae, come over, what you say? Let's do lunch

Come and let me shoot this nut in your gut

Muffler on the cutter, everybody hush

I swing that Blackout, this bitch like a punch

I'ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at, if play, there you lay was a person

I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs, I should just turn to a Perky

I'ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at, if play, there you lay was a person

I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs, I should just turn to a Perky

I'm tryna kill me a fuck nigga grandma, I'm tryna break me a fuck nigga heart

Pop out, I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art

Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer, all I remember three hots and a cot

Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza, ran so much M's up, I know there's a God

I'm tryna kill me a fuck nigga grandma, I'm tryna break me a fuck nigga heart

Pop out, I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art

Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer, all I remember three hots and a cot

Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza, ran so much M's up, I know there's a God

Go in all the opps' bios, ayy, we been feelin' on we long lives

We been steppin' for this whole year

Back to back smack, I got no chill

I go get dirty in designer gear

Hop out, pop a thirty, ain't talkin' 'bout a pill

Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears

I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid

And I'ma keep it a brick

I got the itch 'cause I popped me a glitch

Just to get high, he gon' rob for a fit

You jump in this ride, better know how to shift

Back to back, droppin' hits

They can't keep up, the Scat Pack got the kit

Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch

What? Silencer on the stick

Closure (2022)

• Closure
• I'm Off That
• They Fear Me
• X&O's
• Some Time Away 

Closure lyrics - Kodak Black

When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most

But they don't know you really ten times worst

Keep yo' niggas out they feeling's when they're joce

You can't have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt

When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most

But they don't know you really ten times worst

Keep yo' niggas out they feeling's when they're joce

You can't have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt

Put the pen to paper for you every time like a verse

Outta everybody you call, you know I'm pulling up first

Hittin' licks outta town just to triple up the worth

I always stood my ground and put it down on the turf

Long nights on the block selling rocks I rehearsed

Got a cutlass dropped the top just so I can have a vert

Every year around this time we'd be all on the curb

Cold as fuck outside long john under our shirt

Break bread with the family, you felt you had to be first

Everybody happy you want to be happier

You know what's coming next, spent your block in a hearse

Been put in front of the x, like that fire I immerse

Just sent pictures to Flippa, that's my nigga we can't forget him

Nobody check for Cool but I still tell him that we miss him

I'm still chasing the dream that we had when we were children

Lil nigga serving fiends, got the studio in the kitchen

I was just in elementary my momma start bitchin'

Cause everybody told her I was heading to penitentiary

Im outside with guns, real young in the club around drugs

Coming home smelling like I was just fishing

All my big cousins used to always come and get me

I was looking up to them and they the ones who wanna be with me

You moved to the hood and fell in love with the trenches

Saw the love that I had and ever since you wanna steal it

Everything that we did, you was always in competition

But I included you in every move, was never stingy

With my plays, always made a way for you to be in position

First chance you had you got a bag, you turned yo back and dissed me

When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most

But they don't know you really ten times worst

Keep yo' niggas out they feeling's when they're joce

You can't have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt

When you chillin' that's when they play with you the most

But they don't know you really ten times worst

Keep yo' niggas out they feeling's when they're joce

You can't have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt

I love you but my heart telling me to hate you

You wanted me to be in jail tryna chase you

It ain't 'bout what you do, it's how you did it

You can't have you dawg in prison in his feelings

Switching numbers on me like you don't want me with it

And we talked about everything but the business

I ain't get a sentence from you since my sentence

But on the streets, everybody thinking you the realest

Cause you screaming free me and SG on ya pendant

Even though I ain't need it, you could've sent ya dawg a penny

Got bro nem sending pictures of you like nigga why you ain't send it

Of course that shit impressive but right now it don't impress me

Yeah that shit look cool but it's some shit we ain't addressing

You know you owe me money, I don't want no pictures of you flexing

When it was my time to ride, I held it down, you ain't gotta question it

I told you if I'm yo' nigga why the hell you got me in here guessing

On top of that I'm stressing, police jumping on me

You supposed to send words of encouragement to yo' homie

You know if it weren't for me nigga, yo' lil' bitch ass would've been homeless

You made sure you paid them cracka's, I guess it's different when you owe me

Fuck the check it's 'bout respect, it's 'bout the principle, the loyalty

It ain't never 'bout no money, I threw a hundred in the ocean

I ain't even gotta go on and say everything I did cause you was there

Every, you know what I'm sayin, you was there

You was there as in everything I did for you, you remember

You could, you could feel like you and somebody cliqued tight but, you know along the way everybody grow up and have kids of they're own and go through different shit

You know things change, people change, feelings change

You might be away for some time and yo' dawg out here

You know what I'm sayin'?

And by time you jump out, yo' dawg go in

You know years go by to where you be like ya'll done spent all this time away from each other to the point y'all don't really know each other

You can't even say y'all know each other like that

You know what I'm sayin'?

We just know we was dawgs but its like you know

Over awhile you got to get to know me all over again

I'm agreeing with different shit, you agreeing with different shit

Sometimes people's perspective change

I see you, I'ma smack the shit out you, jit

Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Smack yo' bitch ass

Yo' mama know (On gang)

I'm Off That lyrics - Kodak Black

Closure

Yeah 'cause after this lil' EP, I ain't mentioning the fuck nigga, you heard?

(100% Juicee)

You can't say I don't love you bae, I just cheat a lot

Nigga, come give me a hug, fuck what beefin' 'bout

'Cause if you let it sit too long, then the relation rot

But I'll accept the apology that I never got

All this time you was tweetin' I never said nothin'

The only reason that hurt me 'cause you meant something

But you don't care about the label, the brand we put on our back

'Cause if you did, you wouldn't have never let it get like that

You'd never let it get this far 'cause you know I love to take it far

Last time you came around the way, they sent some shells through your car

You'd rather die, then to apologize?

Put your pride to the side, send my damn money

After all I did, you feel like you ain't gotta give me nothin'?

Nigga feel like he don't owe me nothin'?

I was hollerin' at the fam, they was tellin' me your plans

If I don't wanna be your friend, you just gon' argue on the 'Gram

And right after Wiz died, you went to linkin' up with Wam and postin' police shit like I did it

I don't know why sometimes, it look like the people believe you

To the point, it have me second-guessing, like am I trippin'?

If I agree with you, we'll both be wrong

You want me to stay behind, while you movin' on

Sittin' in prison nigga, I couldn't even call your phone

You was in your feelings, when you heard that I was comin' home

You told Pooh, Trump shoulda never let me out 'cause I ain't even have that long

And you made a post sayin', they should send me back, talkin' 'bout a nigga a clone

Even my enemies, I never wanna see 'em roped

I don't wish prison on a nigga, I just bring smoke

You told Pooh, if I was still in prison, shit'll be different, shit'll be lit, like a lil' bitch-ass nigga

Nigga, I'm the one put niggas in them shit bags, nigga

Nigga, I'm the one, got niggas scared of the set

Ol' poor-ass nigga, you can have that petty-ass check

How you file a lawsuit on me? Bitch, you owe me

This shit wild, there wasn't nothin' like this in the pen' at all

But I was so deep down, betrayal was in your heart

Y'know, fallin' back from the 'Gram and things

Y'know 'cause sometimes I feel like I gotta respond to everything

I try to explain, but I sound stupid

I ain't good with my words, so I talk through music

Y'know, I recovered and I remembered that I still ain't forgive or forget

And I realized my happiness depend on me, closure

(100% Juicee)

They Fear Me lyrics - Kodak Black

I'm thinkin' 'bout quittin' rappin', tell the truth, I'm never happy

The politics come with the shit, be makin' me feel like snappin'

They hidin' all my music, so I don't get too many views

I'm still doin' my thing, but it don't do what it used to do

They only show support to you in public, when it's cool

So they hidin' all they love for you in private

I keep it too real, they fear me, I want the world to hear me

I know Lil Boosie, Tory Lanez, and DaBaby feel me

They try to mute the real niggas who voicin' they opinion

But I'm realer than the realest, so they gon' have to take me serious

And if you don't give me this Grammy, I'ma steal it

I've been nominated nine times, I'ma need me one of them bitches

Got Cardi B money, I could've did a song with Nicki

I missed out on a lot of opportunity, let's get it

Bringin' street shit in the business, every day another killin'

Meetin' new niggas, but I can't believe they livin' how I'm livin'

So I don't really be feelin' 'em

I've been distant from my niggas, tryna get me together

They ain't benefitin' me, but they just want me to help 'em

Take my losses by myself, but when I'm winnin', we winnin'

Can't believe I made it out, they really want my position

It's like the come-up was more funner, you can still hear the hunger

I still be hangin' where I hung up, shootin' dice in the gutter

'Member beefin' with my brothers in the same house, barely talked

I figured out, dawg, all we got is each other

Bringin' pain to my mama and we already poor

Wonderin' why we gotta struggle, evictions on the door

Lost a lot and lost some more, I got it bad

Gotta raise my children straight, but I ain't never had a dad to learn from

I'm a baby with three babies, they got Ms in they savings

Why I gotta kill myself to make these people embrace me?

Rappers passin' it, I'm busy doin' calendars

Makin' up for all the time I lost, so I'm sittin' in the canister

X&O's lyrics - Kodak Black

I love you unconditionally, you cut off my air supply

And that is why, tonight I write my eulogy

Who I used to be before I died, a sniper guy

SG out of anything, I'll put it on anything

SG over everything, I'm pickin' sides

However all this death shit go, bury me in Burberry attire

Forever fly

I'm sendin' over Xs and Os

'Cause you know you forever my sniper

And I can't lie

I poured my love down the toilet, I flushed it

Plain Jane my watch, when I ordered it, I busted it

I shut off from the world, sometimes, they don't deserve the vultures

Sometimes I feel like they don't deserve my vibe

I protect my heart with this TEC and some violence

I should take my next therapy session on an island

Somewhere I could be all alone, so I could hear my God a lil' better

I'm going down a rocky road, just tryna put this puzzle together

"Kodak, can I get a picture?" Can't you see pain?

Walking with my head down, today's not the day

Don't want to make eye contact, they might see shame

I don't give a damn, I'll get my dawg whacked, they should know not to play

I was holdin' onto memories from back in the day

I was givin' niggas my energy, for it just to be drained

I was goin' off the autopsy of my heartbreak

I realize what you meant to me, now that my only choice is to miss you

Ain't askin' for no sympathy, I'ma make my heart cry with this pistol

I tried to give you symphony, you lettin' it all out like a missile

Just lookin' at my history, think 'bout everything that I been through

'Bout me, they take a risk for free ('Bout me, they take a risk for free)

Get reimbursed with this pistol

'Bout lil' Flippa I take a risk for free ('Bout lil' Flippa I take a risk for free)

Got get reimbursed with this pistol

And however all this death shit go, bury me in Burberry attire (Gang shit)

I'm sending over Xs and Os

'Cause you know you forever my sniper (Gang shit)

I'm going down a rocky road

I'm living on a-

I'm living on a rocky road

I'm living on a rock-

I need closure

Dependent on this Glock, for sure

I'm giving all I got, you know (That gang shit)

Gang shit