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Kodak Black - F**k U Too [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Perry
Max Perry
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Russell Pochop
Russell Pochop
Songwriter
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Perry
Max Perry
Producer
RBP
RBP
Producer
Rancel Lopez
Rancel Lopez
Additional Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, Kodak, let's do It Uh, yeah, for sure Get right Um, yeah, um, yeah, for sure Yeah, let's do it I'm at peace with myself, I don't need nobody to make me happy Still waitin' for thangs don't value me Where were you when I couldn't stay out that county jail for nothin' and everybody used to laugh at me? From home boys to the broads, everybody left me scarred Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart Wakin' up when it's dark Late walks at the park Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart I was in the street, like, who want it? Hit the bank like blue hundreds Niggas tryna play me, bitches tryna play me, tighten up, who dummy? I ain't playing 'bout me, I'm protectin' my peace Not even police that can take it from me Tell them niggas to slide, I'll be here ready to die where a new me is waitin' for me I was fifteen, I know that I pull up, stolo gold Jag' I was in Lauderdale, fuck niggas tried me, when I drawed, I shot the whole scab That's a magnum, Tre fifty-seven I went Camry to the McLaren Yeah, I'm twenty-six, thirteen, six, but Syko, that's my Five, that millionaire Ain't no play with him, nah not that one I want red rum, spell that backwards Before you make it the ho' come after Staying in this haters mouth like a mamba Real stepper, I keep in my step, y'all already know how I fly, I'm a vulture, I'm a bird All snakes gettin' ate, all of them gotta die, on my mama That's my word (On my Z) I'm at peace with myself, I don't need nobody to make me happy Still waitin' for thangs don't value me Where were you when I couldn't stay out that county jail for nothin' and everybody used to laugh at me? From home boys to the broads, everybody left me scarred Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart Wakin' up when it's dark Late walks at the park Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart Feel at peace with myself at the moment Worry 'bout me, then my family and money Back then I used just wanted to be wanted Now, I don't give a fuck on my lonely, I'm thuggin' I done seen a few killers turn snitches I had some of my hitters turn bitches I've been chillin' and keepin' my distance It ain't 'bout the skrilla, I'm servin' no interest You can leave and get whacked, I ain't trippin' Chase the sack, ain't runnin' after no bitches Codeine sippin', it no more Actavis, but I'm activated Been in shootouts, got shot close distance I can't die, I ain't done with my mission Promethazine kickin' my ass I'm overturnt, I get past faded For everybody cross me, I'm gon' make sure, 'fore I go, I'm be compensatin' Now, I only allow myself where I am appreciated, not tolerated Big stepper, real stepper Keep pep in my step, y'all already know how I fly, I'm a vulture, I'm a bird All snakes gettin' ate All of 'em gotta die on my mama, that's my word (My Z, nigga) I'm at peace with myself, I don't need nobody to make me happy Still waitin' for thangs don't value me Where were you when I couldn't stay out that county jail for nothin' and everybody used to laugh at me? From home boys to the broads, everybody left me scarred Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart Wakin' up when it's dark Late walks at the park Goin' 'round lookin' for anybody who can fix my broken heart
Writer(s): Derek Garcia, Max Field Perry, Bill Kapri, Russell Brian Pochop Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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