Str8 Bars

Kodak Project baby Aw man I forgot where my head went Goddamn lost the top of my coupe again Got a playground on my neck Nigga my chain swing Got three models they all wearin' the same thing Pull up, throw my keys to you nigga valet park You can't even crank my shit up that's push to start She say, "Kodak you get on my damn nerves" And I say, "Bitch you got on my dick first!" My pinky ring bout bigger than my head is And all yall lookin down at my feet when I said this My top flew off my zoos same color as my whip These diamonds on my wrist same color as my bitch She yellow bone she like LOL You hear that smell it's so loud like turn it down She like LOL you hear that smell it's so loud, you get it now? You get it It's so loud, you hear that smell? Like the weed loud You hear it, it's loud Turn it down I can do this shit because you niggas jokes I can crack jokes on you niggas while I'm in the booth, man 'Cause I'm laughing at you niggas You niggas characters, man It's Kodak Black, Project Baby Never know how I'm coming They just know I'm coming They just know when I pull up They just know I'm stunting Kodak, and you know that Ain't fuck with me before rap I been had swag before rap I run the game and you know that Never know until I appear VVS Diamonds so clear I can end you niggas career True Religion jeans on my rear She say, "Kodak you get on my damn nerves" I'm so fly, I be shitting on Mockingbirds Bang, I'm reloaded, uh My wrists frozen The kid golden The streets chose him I'm back at it It's Lil Black at it Hopped in the booth with these cameras on me Like a jack rabbit Oh, I count up, no mathematics Oh, I'm so fly, no aerobatic I'm so high and you know I'm that guy Money longer than Pinocchio's nose Nigga I won't lie My money longer than Pinocchio's nose I won't lie Y'know, every time Pinocchio lies his nose grows But I won't lie I swear to God I crack myself up, dog I'ma do this shit every time I'ma keep you niggas there all the time I be tryna let them breathe a little bit Now I'm finna suffocate you niggas Uh, I got it And I been knew I got it I run the game you niggas lame Wanna battle me? I doubt it Look Kodak, Koly I rock foreign You niggas boring C4 Bond's Benz I blow it I'm flowing Fuck these hoes, I don't need them for the moment Just fucked the booth that bitch be wet She be super soaking She say, "Kodak you just think you everything." Make it rain in the club, see the storm looking out your window pane B-ball I'm classic, no Reebok Your girl sat on this dick and she called Cee Lo I meant that Why should I joke? Take notes to these lyrics I wrote Somebody call a mechanic, man these niggas broke Woah, a nigga swag stupid like Moe Get dumb on the beat like Larry, Curley Brain freeze, my neck so cold I got it And I been knew I had it I'm getting bread now these niggas wanna jam Lil Kodak wanna make a sandwich, uh I'm getting bread so they wanna jam me They wanna make a sandwich A PB&J sandwich, I swear to God It's Kodak Black Project Baby, ghetto child The golden one They say I'm the chosen one, hm You niggas might as well give up man If you sleeping on me, wake up