Tag: Kodak Black

Kodak Black – I’m Kodak [ Lyrics ] Letra Kodak Black Kodak Black – I’m Kodak [ Lyrics ]
Like overnight, I changed my whole mentality
I kept going to jail, them people laughed at me
Separating entertainment from reality
She forgave me, I ain’t even ask her for that
I’m looking in the mirror like, boy, you Kodak
How the the hell I turned into a fuckin’ Kodak?
I remember feelin’ like these rappers passin’ me
They said I need to start actin’ likе I’m Kodak
I wish that I can fly to get away
I hate I chose this lifе, but it’s too late
Sometimes I wanna cry to clean my soul
I pray that I’m forgave for everything
Can you see the best in me now? I’m no longer twenty
I’m goin’ through my struggles, dawg, everybody venting
I was tryna send a whole zip, Z street in the rain
I done turned into a Kodak, I was just in the trenches
And I thought I wasn’t gon’ never leave
Man, I think I growed up in my sleep
Really, I think the Feds got me in them fields
I’m not in the Jets, I’m on a Lear
I just ran up a check, like lil’ one, chill
All that extra shit gon’ get you killed
I need me some rest so I can heal
They know who do that steppin’ shit for real
I moved to Salt Lake City in Utah
Over here, I ain’t gotta worry ‘bout shooter
I’m a big stepper, I’m keeping my shooter
I was just fuckin’ that bitch on a rooftop
Three hundred a show, get more in Dubai
Tell me it’s smoke, you know I’m a cool guy
Ooh, you the finest bae, you too fly
Keepin’ my mind off things like woosah
Birthday June, went to sleep in July
Wake me up after September
I like me over any nigga, fuck a stepper, nigga, send ‘em
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Kodak Black – Kylie Grande [ Lyrics] Letra Kodak Black Kodak Black – Kylie Grande Lyrics
I want Kylie Jenner twerkin’ to this
And I want Ariana twerkin’ to this
I want Kylie Jenner twerkin’ to this
I want Ariana twerkin’ to this
Every once in a while, we used to turn up, turn up, turn up
Think about them times I used to turn up with you
Now [?], we countin’ lead, we burn up, burn up, burn up
We was just playin’ ‘round but now I’m stuck with you
On Grandma, yeah, I booked a PJ, just me and my niggas
We used to fantasize this life when we was high off jiggas
Rollin’ them wankies, you done told me that you love me
By the meantime stackin’ water, ain’t civilizin’
You Chain Gang with a crooked knifе
Goin’ through it, I ain’t sympathize
Lord knows I was almost blind
Blowin’ smoke, in your mama house
Ovеrdosin’ on gunpowder
Hopin’ that was my role model
Hope Weezy could take me shoppin’
While he bought me every Jordan that came out, that’s on my baby Snipe
And the chain gang with a baby knife
Duece duece in my Timberland and a glove on
This ain’t a thug song, it’s a love song
I’ma hit her raw with my gloves on and my ski mask
Still remember that night I was at your crib and I just came from a drill
My Kylie, I miss you, where would I be without my pistol?
It’s gon’ be hard to let you go, my bae
Every night, I didn’t use to cut up, cut up, cut up
You just crossed the line this time, I’m so done with you
You crossed the line this time, I’ll never forgive you
And I just gotta let you go, my bae
Every night, I didn’t use to cut up, but you ain’t ever take it this far
You feel the same way like me, you ain’t nothin’
I got the same rims on that I just re-painted, huh
Yeah, I put the Maybach on Forgies if I could
You wouldn’t ignore me if you would
I’m puttin’ turkeys in the hood too much
From where I’m standin’, I can see God smilin’
I could’ve sworn I felt raindrops fallin’
I lost my life for y’all, I smoked a whole ID
Ayy, Kylie Jenner where you at I’m goin’ Scottie
Baby, where should I meet you?
[?], I’ll teach you, shawty
I could see the moon, at a shot [?]
I can see the moon
Mob get on the moon
Put a cut down and a blunt up
But once in a blue moon, I’ll turn up off it
I had to let you go, you had me so exhausted
Bought my grandma a mansion, she rather stay in the forest
My granny ducked off in the woods, but you know what I’m tryna say
I come through beatin’ ‘round the bush, my snipers on a [?]
Throwin’ money in the hood
You ain’t never seen a vulture cry, you lookin’ at a wolf
I don’t cry, love
I’m just barkin’ at the moon
I ain’t never been a dummy but I’ll crash for real
I snucked in with a pound of Runtz, vacuum sealed
I got the same juice that got 2Pac killed
You know what it is
Still got “Asian Face” tatted on my ribs
Swallow mouth full them pills, bumpin’ Juice WRLD in the crib, baby
I done split a half a milli’ on a clit, my niggas’ll kill me if I spit
That’s why I still be in the bricks, ain’t it?
I want Ariana Grande in here booty shakin’
Baby, where should I meet you?
Baby, where should I meet you?
[?] face tat
[?] on a [?], [?] biddies on your [?]
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Kodak Black – Came Thru Flushin’ [ Lyrics ] Letra Kodak Black Kodak Black – Came Thru Flushin’ [ Lyrics ]
I came here with nothin’, now, I got that money, now, they know me
Came through flushin’, I put the bustin’ on the Rollie
Them niggas say fuck me, I swear to God that was my whodie
Stick from the Russians, I got a hundred, and it’s loaded
My ear to the streets, and I got my eyes on my opponent
These niggas want beef, and I got that heat for whoever want it
I’m a fool on these beats, but with that piece, I act a donkey
I’m back on that lean, when I get to the scene, I’m actin’ bolegs

Chorus
Stick in my jeans, I’m on a bean, I don’t know what’s wrong with me
Rockin’ the mic’, and I’m totin’ pipe, I’m at the show with it
Shorty, she nice, but that bitch ain’t right, she fuckin’ got four leg
Pulled up in a Viper, I was on a bike, I was on a go ped
Verse 2
Like it or love it, forever thuggin’, that’s how I be
Wilding’ for nothin’, I’m out in public acting acky
I see it comin’, I’ma find a plug in Abu Dhabi
I’m on a monkey, but I ain’t no monkey on high heat
He just beat a case and jumped out the Wraith and caught a body
Just beat a case and jumped out the Wraith and caught a body
My bitch caught me cheatin’, she went to beefin’, took my car key
I’m totin’ this heat, it got me conceded, actin’ cocky
I keep it gutter, these pussy niggas be tryna knock me
I keep it comin’, them pussy niggas be tryna stop me
Hit the floor runnin’, them pussy niggas was tryna block me
The judge throwing numbers he’s giving Boas like it’s rocky
Came from the struggle where you don’t make it out lightly
And then, when you make it, they go to flamin’ ‘cause you icey
We hop out with skis, we kill with ease like the ISIS
I got me some cheese, remember we was in a crisis
Pulled up on the scene I’m in a stolo two-door Chrysler
Not a foreign, no keys, remember I was on a bicycle
‘Member I had to ask for it
Knew daddy and my mama poor
Walkin’ up to the older boys, give me a dollar for a popsicle
Give me a dollar for a ice cream
Shit turned around, and niggas I use to look up to say they don’t like me no more
I was on a chase I almost got away until they turned on they little high beam
Refrain
Gleeful, gleeful, gleeful
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
Glee, glee, glee
I don’t know what’s wrong
What’s wrong with me?

Chorus
I say the stick in my jeans, I’m on a bean, I don’t know what’s wrong with me
Rockin’ the mic’, and I’m totin’ pipe, I’m at the show with it
Stick in my jeans, I’m on a bean
Rockin’ the mic’, and I’m totin’ pipe
The stick in my jeans, I’m on a bean, I don’t know what’s wrong with me
Rockin’ the mic’, and I’m totin’ pipe, I’m at the show with it
Shorty, she nice, but that bitch ain’t right, she fuckin’ got four leg
Pulled up in a Viper, I was on a bike, I was on a go ped

Refrain
Gleeful, gleeful, gleeful
I don’t know what’s wrong with me

Outro
Tide
Like it or love it, forever thuggin’, that’s how I be
Wildin’ for nothing I’m out in public acting acky
I’m out in public acting acky
Like it or love it, forever thuggin’, that’s how I be

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Kodak Black – Hard Life [ Lyrics Lyrics] Letra Kodak Black Kodak Black – Hard Life [ Lyrics ]

Verse
My nigga seen somebody snitchin’, put a face on him
We killed the witness, now we call this blick the case burner
I’m rich as fuck, I’m in my money good
No matter what, I can’t stay out the hood
I loves to know how all of my people doin’
How would they feel if I go Hollywood?
I love my niggas so much, I let ‘em cut me
He used to love me ‘til he got some money
He went commercial, I stayed on the
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He met a bad bitch, she took her from me
Might’ve sold him muddy and I’m from the mud
Since еlementary, I was in the club
Mе and my friends grew up buggin’ cars
Yeah, we was kids, but we was thuggin’ hard
Me and Lil Wheezy, I don’t know where to start
The shit you did, it really broke my heart
Raw jacket cat won’t never bend
Project
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Like every year, I’m always doin’ big
I’m tryna chill but they won’t let me live
This for the projects, Miss Ruth to me
I’m so smart to be my hater but I got food as waste
I tote .380s and I tote .38s
I hope the jakes don’t find my dirty K
Got on a chase, I had to swerve away
Glad they ain’t catch me with my dirty K, yeah
Got the
? but I’m servin’ yae
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my next murder play
I love my country to the streets, I can’t even think
I’m always in and out of beef, I can’t catch a break
As soon as I deal one of you fuck niggas, another come
Ain’t got no money, baby, just hard dick and bubblegum
Got a daughter on the way but
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I’m tryna have a hundred mill’ before the summer come
I’m poppin’ a lot of pain pills because I got me some
These days, I’m never sayin’ still, you’d think I’m on the run
The race, was ridin’ ‘round, I think they on to somethin’
We beef a lot, but dawg, you still my
?
You stand up for me, I needed you but I gotta forgive you
Fuck how I’m feelin’, you my siblin’, I gotta forgive you
Man, them niggas spoke up on your name
I took it personal, I got out there to do my thing
And I be wonderin’, like, when is you gon’ do the same?
It’s been, my window pane gettin’ hit with rain
Feel like the alphabet, boy, you tryna squeeze a Z
I’m droppin’ hits and I do PPPs and easily
Surprised I made it in this rap streets had me in too deep
I keep a scrap, I be ready to smack shit, a DVD
She callin’ out different numbers, I put my phone on DND
Got a couple rubbers, leakin’ bitches in the BnB
I be dressin’, I don’t really care ‘bout fashion and stuff
Still be carryin’ myself like I ain’t havin’ this stuff

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Kodak Black – Fuck U Too [ Lyrics ] Letra Kodak Black Kodak Black – Fuck U Too [ Lyrics ]
Uh, Kodak, let’s do It
Uh, yeah, for sure
Get right
Um, yeah, um, yeah, for sure
Yeah, let’s do it

Chorus
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
Verse 1
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 can take it from me
Tell them niggas to slide, I 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
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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)

Chorus
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
Verse 2
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 bitche
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)

Chorus
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

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Kodak Black – Right On Time [ Lyrics ] Letra Kodak Black Kodak Black – Right On Time [ Lyrics ]
England on her feet
Eighty for a piece
Take her to the beach
Got her from a mark nigga now she was with a Z
Now she wanna talk different slang in her speech
Now I know our love better
Make me wanna preach
Shot a nigga and then went to mama house let me get some bleach
Like lysol how you glee I bible all your jeep
She sassy but she’s sweet
She classy and she’s street you’re the one I wanna keep
KTB I’ma Keep that baby but she ain’t my niece
I don’t wanna mess this up so I’m following your leas
Keep her happy keep her laughing because I love to see her teeth
My only job to make you smile until I rip your cheeks
Got a big ole rock heart shape solid Terry pink
I always kept it in a safe in case one day I find my queen
And you the one I wanna see put on this ring I hope you don’t mind but I ain’t getting on my knees
I’m thanking God I ain’t met you when I was wild and I was childish I guess this perfect timing
Perfect timing for us to be together
I cleaned and got sober now I’m thinking better
You right on time I’ma take this as a sign put your dreams with mine so our hearts can intertwine
Red wine baby let me ease your mind I kiss you from behind lick you all the way down your spine
You right on time I’ma take this as a sign put your dreams with mine so our hearts can intertwine
Red wine baby let me ease your mind I kiss you from behind lick you all the way down your spine
Ginseng babe I love you feng shui I want you to be bae I think about you everyday
I ain’t gone play about you girl you with the game that’s why every Halloween is our anniversary
Fuck a look baby Rap with me
Don’t run baby flock with me
Don’t run baby flock with me
Fuck a look baby rap with me
Outro
For every Halloween is our anniversary
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Kodak Black – Lemme See Letra KodakBlackVEVO Kodak Black – Lemme See
Kodak Black – “Lemme See”
I’m on 1800 Block
Zoe boy off top, Pompano
‘Cross town, got a yacht and a Glock
Bendin’ through any hood
Yellow tags, he gon’ jugg
[?] way, what it is?
Say the time in this bitch
[?] remix, swear the wick, keep it lit
Sniper Gang, cutthroat, we the new Death Row
[?], Melrose, Browad County, let’s go
Whole hood behind me, Golden Acres, pine tree
Ugly corner, skee-yee, on the scene screamin’ glee
Say you ‘bout it, let me see, rep your hood, let me see
Z’s up, let me see, P’s down, let me see
Throw it up, let me see, let me see, let mе see
Let me see, let mе see, let me see, let me see
Fast music, 954, all the bloods died though
All the crooks rockin’ blue, say I’m for [?]
Hit the club, it’s a movie, parkin’ lot, start shootin’
Let me see, can you do it? New Patek, red ruby
Let me see you throw it back, Driftwood, where he at?
Posted up, lil’ Haiti, Haitian boy, [?]
Haitian boy, [?], new dome on chrome
West Side, East Side, back park, power hype
Wanna lay on deepside, sunrise, aight
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
Hit a lick, chopper walk, peel all the way back
Four fifth, five dog, rest in peace Haitian Pat
Cross tracks, bayou, everybody gettin’ money
Me and [?] chasin’ cards on the block, servin’ junkies
Caliou said it wasn’t happenin’, B O G, black faggot
Did a [?], keep it real, nigga play, they gettin’ killed
SG, yessir, nigga play, they gettin’ murked
SG, hell yeah, Haitian boy, ZML
Baby snipe, baby snipe, baby snipe, baby snipe
Baby snipe, baby snipe, baby snipe, baby snipe
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see

You get wacked about me, Dade County, Palm Beach
Part way, Lauderdale, Haitian boy, can’t tell
[?] straight killer, yellow bitch, she from Dillard
Throw that ass in the mirror, hella Z’s in revere
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Kodak Black – Facetime Hiding [ Lyrics ] Letra Kodak Black Kodak Black – Facetime Hiding [ Lyrics ]
Chorus
Why you on FaceTime hidin’ from me?
Why you don’t turn on the lights for me?
Why don’t you shut up and ride for me?
You need to just shut up and ride for me
Why you on FaceTime hidin’ from me?
Why you don’t turn on the lights for me?
Why don’t you shut up and ride for me?
Girl, you need to shut up and ride for me
Verse 1
Free Draco, that’s my slime buddy
I was on probation still opp huntin’
Better be ready, your time comin’
Got eleven million and nine hundred
Trackhawk only a Jeep (Uh)
I keep my main niggas on beat, ‘bout them, I tear up the street
I jump out the Bentley and pour out the seal
Won her over with the word that I say
But, I murdеr with a smile on my face
Spent two-fifty on a watch today
So I guеss I got time to waste
Hop in the Wraith I smash it
This ain’t the car going off fast in
I’m a silent assassin
I be mindin’ my business but still gettin’ active

Chorus
Why you on FaceTime hidin’ from me?
Why you don’t turn on the lights for me?
Why don’t you shut up and ride for me?
You need to just shut up and ride for me
Why you on FaceTime hidin’ from me?
Why you don’t turn on the lights for me?
Why don’t you shut up and ride for me?
Girl, you need to shut up and ride for me
Verse 2
This FaceTime, girl, why you hidin’ your face?
Why don’t you shut up and do what I say?
I wanna ride, I don’t want no brakes
My baby toe fire, she ain’t got no mace
Niggas be fake, baby, I’ma need you to be the realist one on my side
This ain’t a phrase, baby
Actually, you ain’t gon’ ride, then, your ass gon’ die
Bitch, show me your face, ho
I ain’t call FaceTime just to see half your eye
Or, put up this Draco
Better not be no other niggas comin’ to your house
I’ma just give you my heart, consignment
You need to understand the assignment
Help me cope ‘cause all my folks keep dyin’
I’ma need some love to calm down my violence

Chorus
Why you on FaceTime hidin’ from me?
Why you don’t turn on the lights for me?
Why don’t you shut up and ride for me?
You need to just shut up and ride for me
Why you on FaceTime hidin’ from me?
Why you don’t turn on the lights for me?
Why don’t you shut up and ride for me?
Girl, you need to shut up and ride for me
Outro
(100% Juice)

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Kodak Black – Extra Letras feat. WizDaWizard & Wam SpinThaBin [ Lyrics Lyrics] Letra Kodak Black Kodak Black – Extra Clips
Ayy
Real stepper shit, know what I’m sayin’? Haha
(L Beats)
Shit, you know the rest, you know what I’m sayin’

Chorus: Kodak Black
Mm
Got a lot of bullets and extra clips
Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy
I be ridin’ dirty, I got Tecs in the whip
I been slidin’, lurkin’, tryna catch me a bitch
If I’m posted in the club, it’s too much pistols in this bitch
I don’t throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch
Ain’t beefin’ wit’ nobody if we ain’t tryna kill each other
I’m so bored, I won’t invite her, I’ve been tryna catch another
Got a lot of bullets and extra clips
Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy
I be ridin’ dirty, I got Tecs in the whip
I been slidin’, lurkin’, tryna catch me a bitch
If I’m posted in the club, it’s too much pistols in this bitch
I don’t throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch
Ain’t beefin’ wit’ nobody if we ain’t tryna kill each other
I’m so bored, I won’t invite her, I’ve been tryna catch another
Verse 1: WizDaWizard
I’m hangin’ out the fin, I just bought another cutter (Grah)
If I catch him loafin’, send that boy to his brother (His brother)
I got on all my ice and not many fuck niggas gon’ touch me (Gon’ touch me)
A dozen shots up in this bitch, my young niggas gon’ buss it (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
A thousand shots up in this bitch, this shit hit, can get ugly (Grah)
DOA, broad day, Mikey got hit with a dozen (A dozen)
Better ask my opps, “I can’t get you? I kill your cousin” (Deadass)
And we spin they blocks with Glocks and chop’s, they don’t do nothin’ (Pussy)
No more kickin’ doors, I got that shit on me (On me)
I was just fightin’ the case, now I want ten for the fee (I beat that)
He want four Percs, shit, fuck it, I need three
I ain’t with all that talkin’, I be layin’ right where you sleep (God)

Chorus: Kodak Black
Got a lot of bullets and extra clips
Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy
I be ridin’ dirty, I got Tecs in the whip
I been slidin’, lurkin’, tryna catch me a bitch
If I’m posted in the club, it’s too much pistols in this bitch
I don’t throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch
Ain’t beefin’ wit’ nobody if we ain’t tryna kill each other
I’m so bored, I won’t invite her, I’ve been tryna catch another
Got a lot of bullets and extra clips
Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy
I be ridin’ dirty, I got Tecs in the whip
I been slidin’, lurkin’, tryna catch me a bitch
If I’m posted in the club, it’s too much pistols in this bitch
I don’t throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch
Ain’t beefin’ wit’ nobody if we ain’t tryna kill each other
I’m so bored, I won’t invite her, I’ve been tryna catch another
Verse 2: Wam SpinThaBin
I just caught a body, now I wanna catch me another one
I just peeped the real niggas’ pussy, they ain’t on nothin’ (Ain’t on nothin’)
The way I slant this K, you would think I’m from the A
?, let it spray, AR hit, ain’t no discussion
Brother ? them soldiers know them choppers ?
They know I’m a threat, spin the Benz and I won’t leave a trace
He ain’t get to hit AR ?, felt it through his face
We don’t do no .556s, only .308s
This a SRT, so when I hit the gas, it torque
Two thousand, baby, fell in love with drank and poppin’ Perc
The streets, they for the Gs and if you scared, then go to church
Bitch, I’m really shiesty, might just spin the wake and flood the hearse, nigga

Chorus: Kodak Black
Got a lot of bullets and extra clips
Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy
I be ridin’ dirty, I got Tecs in the whip
I been slidin’, lurkin’, tryna catch me a bitch
If I’m posted in the club, it’s too much pistols in this bitch
I don’t throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch
Ain’t beefin’ wit’ nobody if you ain’t tryna kill each other
I’m so bored, I won’t invite her, I’ve been tryna catch another

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Kodak Black – Master Peace feat. OG Bobby Billions [ Lyrics ] Letra Kodak Black Kodak Black – Master Peace feat. OG Bobby Billions [Lyrics]
I’ve been on the ugly corner all my damn life, every day a tragedy
The streets done took over, ain’t nothin’ nice, I can’t even master peace
I’ve been on the ugly corner all my damn life, every day a tragedy
The streets done took over, ain’t nothin’ nice, I can’t even master peace

Chorus: Kodak Black
I can’t even master peace
I can’t even master
I can’t even master peace
Verse 1: Kodak Black
They know they was destined, why they mad at a G?
I gave it all I got, this shit ain’t happen for free
Came a long way from the block, look what I happen to be
Kept it real with all my niggas, look what happened to me
They thought I was goin’ crazy, keep the strap on the seat
They thought I was gon’ sign with Baby or Master P
When I got my first .380 I was happy for weeks
I remember gettin’ faded, tryna balance the heat
I remember I kept fuckin’ up the re-up
Made me jump out with the mop, I had to clean up
Leave a stain for some rank ‘cause we young niggas
Catch a body ‘cause we childish and young niggas

Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black
I’ve been on the ugly corner all my damn life, every day a tragedy
The streets done took over, ain’t nothin’ nice, I can’t even master peace

Chorus: Kodak Black
I can’t even master

Verse 2: OG Bobby Billions
Niggas on that don shit, I’m tryna run shit (Tryna run shit)
Now, my flow a masterpiece, I’m one of one (One of one)
Project Picasso, I’m from the slums (From the slums)
Blood red, I paint the city with my gun (Paint the city with my gun)
Hood art dealer sellin’ P like a van Gough
Crazy how much work we can cook up in this bando
Block Beethoven, play with keys like pianos
Hop out with these switches, get to tweakin’ like I’m Rambo (Duh-duh)
Say they like the way I put the choir on this trap shit (On this trap)
Ghetto gospel, I got them singin’ in the trap
Say it powerful how I put Jesus in my rap
Send yo’ ass to meet ‘em, get to squeezin’ on this strap
There’s roaches and rats, ain’t no peace up in this trenches
Every piece I got come with switches and extensions
I’m tryn’ make a masterpiece, I’m tryn’ go Divinci
But I can’t even master peace I’m stressed for real
Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black
I’ve been on the ugly corner all my damn life, every day a tragedy
The streets done took over, ain’t nothin’ nice, I can’t even master peace
I’ve been on the ugly corner all my damn life, every day a tragedy
The streets done took over, ain’t nothin’ nice, I can’t even master peace

Chorus: Kodak Black & OG Bobby Billions
I can’t even master peace
I can’t even master
I can’t even master peace
I can’t even master
I can’t even master peace
I can’t even

Verse 3: OG Bobby Billions
We was off the porch, we was deep in these streets
Late-night fist fights, rockin’ niggas to sleep
Stuck off in the struggle, we was in too deep
Knew we’d make it out, we just had to believe

Chorus: OG Bobby Billions
I can’t master
I can’t even master peace
I can’t even master

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