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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrera
Edgar Ferrera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 from nothin', I ain't hidin' from 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 stеpper, ain't nobody better My daddy namе David, not Banner By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule She ridin' my dick on the chair (yuh) 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 paint, 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 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 from nothin', I ain't hidin' from nothin'
Writer(s): Edgar Ferrera, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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