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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dyryk
Dyryk
Producer

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I fell in love with my bitch from the field, baby Said she from Miami, from the crib, baby Yeah, when the link up and they ask me questions You ever killed somebody before? (Hahaha) I don't play like that, you talkin' weird, baby Everybody 'round me actin' weird, baby I just want for you to keep it real, baby I ain't let them know I had a mil, you crazy Dressin' like I'm poor, I'm rockin' Timbs on the daily All the record labels know the deals that I'm making Coulda bought a Wraith, I bought a silver Mercedes My head on a swivel, but your brain on the pavement Remember hittin' licks and hidin' in a neighbor filthy basement Talkin' to myself 'cause I understand what I'm sayin' You ain't finna trip me out my mind, no more, Satan You the reason that I'm Sniper Gang, and I'm shady Walk up in the studio, bitch recordin' 'cause I'm ready My bitch, she Dominican Republic, but I'm Haitian I ain't quit the shufflin' in my feet, now I'm patient Momma, look at me, mom, look at me, I been changin' HBK, heartbreak kid, Heart Break Kodak Remember when I laid there on the counter, seen you naked Remember when I loved you, now I don't care who see you naked now Remember when I loved you, now I don't care who see you naked I came from the projects, Section 8, now I made it Shit ain't never been the same, I wished I wasn't famous But, Kodak, don't you give up, don't you quit like that lame did Don't quit like them lames did Kodak, don't you give up, don't you quit like that Wayne stuff Kodak, you better not go out like no lame 'cause you a gangster Everybody actin' like some hoes all a sudden Momma called me a dog, but I ain't no hoe 'cause I ain't buggin' In the field chasin' all my goals, I ain't puntin' OG Kush got me with a odor, got me musky Promise everybody 'round me known me since a youngin' I be with my niggas they my brothers and my cousins She so goddamn freaky stuck a bean in her booty hole Money got me drunk, it got me peein' in the studio Sometimes I don't know if I be goin' or I be comin' Crack a nigga head like Humpty Dumpty Everybody been actin' weird lately I just want for you to keep it real, baby I been had a couple mil, I ain't never say shit I ain't never say shit I'm codeine dreamin' in a spaceship All the pain motivatin' me to stay real Sound like a vulture cryin' in the glacier I'm hotheaded but my chain is I'm workin' like a slave still And I don't need a Perky for the pain pill I was sixteen with permanent gold teeth Snatched 'em out and put diamonds in it Y'all got the same grill Everybody fuckin' everybody, we got the same girl And I be walkin' 'round here like this my dang world And I be walkin' 'round here like this my dang planet Think about my family, had to pop a Xanny Aye, I'm drinkin' liquor, tried to swallow my pride I hope my son ain't gotta live like I Mm mm, mm mm Drinkin' tequila, smokin' sativa I done made it out the rain, I ain't call FEMA My baby momma in a Range, took her out the Beam Ain't never showed no love to me on Valen-Day-Tine I send words out through the grapevine Made it out the jungle like I'm godsend Swing with that vine like I'm Tarzan I pop a nigga top, don't get your block spint I ain't goin' out where I be god damnin' I ain't do the jigga, I'm consumin' liquor My wrist frame Muller I don't do Invicta Fuck a Bentley truck, smile with the Glizzy tucked In a pickup truck, now I'm smokin' the good
Writer(s): Derek Garcia, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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