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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Diehl
Benjamin Diehl
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Ian Lewis
Ian Lewis
Songwriter
Terrence Rolle
Terrence Rolle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Tracksion
Tracksion
Producer
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Schife
Schife
Producer

Lyrics

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 differеnt kind of nigga, I can't be stopped, I can't be clonеd 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 where 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 where 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'
Writer(s): Bill Kapri, Benjamin Diehl, Ian Brandon Lewis, Terrence Rolle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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