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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Eero Turunen
Eero Turunen
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Eero Turunen
Eero Turunen
Songwriter
Jesus Bobe
Jesus Bobe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dr. Zeuz
Dr. Zeuz
Producer
Kiara Moreno
Kiara Moreno
Recording Engineer
Dyryk
Dyryk
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

All the heartbreaks, I ain't never broke my heart I ain't never forgot to play my part I was that lil' nigga, kept it real from the start Breakin' in houses, breakin' in cars Nigga, let me know if it's smoke, I got a 'gar Sniper Gang, nigga, hit your ass with a dart I was sellin' dope out the door in the dark Snatch an old lady chain, walkin' in the park Put wicks on a fade, they callin' me Bart Lost grip, went away, then I had to restart Got hit in the leg, forgot how to bop Got skin for some head, then she got out and walked My dick in her mouth, she "gaw-gaw-gaw-gawk" Put a switch on the Glock and I hit at your top Got a brick of that flock, I bought out the block Hopped out the drop, yeah, I hopped out and dropped That nigga a mark, I hit all my marks, I'm Sniper Gang forever There go the narcs, but we already parked, so they can't fuck with us I snipe and I fight, makin' money Shootin' dice and I'm fresher in that matte The dope wasn't right, but I brought it to life That's dope boy ma-magic Dope boy ma-magic This F&N fantastic I swing it, the rod do magic I'm still thuggin' in the park, Jurassic All of these bitches are plastic You find somethin' real out here, that's rare These niggas the same old fabric They packin' they steel for fashion They say they gon' kill yeah, maybe they will But then they gon' tell, ain't action I cut a hole in the mattress, then I filled it up and patched it Stitch it up, put it right back the same way We don't sleep on this end I fucked a home girl, she an unloyal bitch, so I peed on her friend I'm with my lil' cousin, lil' Ten He be 'bout to flash and shoot one of my fans Say, lil' Taz, he don't ask, he just spin I'll ignore your ass like I'm one of your parents I'm quick to spaz on some shit in a second I'll drop a bag on a bitch, I be ready Sprite spiked up, I don't drink regular soda I piped up, yellow bitch name was Lola I turned the crack run the coke with the soda I let the heroin sit in the sun You niggas ain't never sold no bun You niggas ain't never shot no gun You niggas ain't never shot your gun Nigga, I can hear it in your song And I hear it in your lingo Know what I'm sayin'? It's like, the way that niggas rock now Niggas pop they shit, I can tell, like, what type time they on Niggas know what time I'm on, you can just smell it Yeah, that's a dog right there, that's a dog
Writer(s): Jesus Bobe, Eero Hermanni Turunen, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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