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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Carl Donovan Benoit
Carl Donovan Benoit
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Carl Paul
Carl Paul
Producer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 20 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
Writer(s): Kevin Ross, Bill Kapri, Carl Donovan Blackwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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