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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Producer
Christian Brown
Christian Brown
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Ayy, yeah I been vibin' for a reason (reason, ayy) I been grindin' all season (season, ayy) I been standin' away from leeches (leeches, uh) I been vibin' for a reason (reason, ayy) I been grindin' all season (season, yeah) I been standin' away from leeches (leeches) I bet you can never say you seen it Hellcats, Demons, 'vertibles, 'Rari Diamonds gleamin', vultures, zombies Checkbooks, laptops, long-knife, fat Glock Trap full of them Glocks, nigga Backwood full of opps, nigga Ain't gon' let it lock I'm gon' stretch it 'til it lock, nigga Play 'round on my top You get checked in at the hospital Niggas give me advice Really want me on the block with 'em Rap money come too fast Ain't gotta invest in no stocks, nigga I get every drop (yeah), I get every drop She been buyin' the dope so I long, I give her extra every rock I get every drop (uh-huh), I get every drop Mafioso shit, I'ma smoke a bitch and then gon' play it raw From lil' Haiti to the road, I play offense and defense Baby, take yo' panties off Oh, you ain't fuckin' then you leavin' (leavin', ayy) They ain't gotta know that we spin, we spin Nigga, I been steppin' for a whole week span If you Z'd up, keep it Z then Pass me the stick, bet I'ma smell of tree branch I'm in this bitch, I'm boppin' doin' my Z dance Ho take, ho take this dick, I'm fuckin' her while I'm DJ'ing Bulletproof rifles, bitches goin' viral Bought my girl a car but I ain't love, give no the title Sniper not a idol, I'm all these rappers rivals Pockets like a wire hole, I'm gon' need some lipo' All these trends keep gettin' me rich How many times has a nigga done this? The opps get big, see me in here Play with me, you ain't leavin' this bitch Birdhouse in the eye, bitches on my mind space Zoolin' by the fi-, zoo-zoo-zoo-zoolin' by the fireplace (ayy) I been vibin' for a reason (reason, ayy) I been grindin' all season (season, ayy) I been standin' away from leeches (leeches, uh) I bet you can never say you seen it Hellcats, Demons, 'vertibles, 'Rari Diamonds gleamin', vultures, zombies Checkbooks, laptops, long-knife, fat Glock Trap full of them Glocks, nigga Backwood full of opps, nigga
Writer(s): Bill Kapri, Jahaan Akil Sweet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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