Kutthroat Bill: Vol. 1 Album Lyrics by Kodak Black

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Kodak The Boss

Let me start this shit off right 'cause I can never be wrong
I tried to change my life, them people called me a clone
Took the top off, I ain't drinkin' nothin' that I ain't pour
I brought my own 'za, I ain't smokin' nothin' that I ain't roll
Hold on, what happened to all that energy you had when I was gone?
You can say whatever you want, I know you hate that I'm home
Watchin' out for opps when you the one I need to worry 'bout
Sometimes your best friend be your biggest hater all along
Sometimes your enemy be right there, playin' up under your nose
They dissin' you, but you act deaf 'cause it come out as a joke
On God, I lost some friends 'cause I was playin' broke
Sometimes the way you plan is not how the end goes
I call it quits, find out my baby girl a big ho
I call her bitch, no questions asked, they just tenfold
Every time I come in town, everybody know
'Cause niggas get to sprayin' rounds and everybody out of the door
You know what's goin' down soon we get the low
You know soon we get the drop, niggas gettin' dropped
My baby Jayla caught a murder and she in the box
I tell her keep her head up, make sure she do her squats
Mama lost her baby to the streets, he beat up the block
He ain't dead, but she could tell that he love the block
2013, it was crazy, streets was gettin' hot
And the niggas I looked up to had went to smokin' flock
The SWAT ran in my nigga's spot, they just took him down
He had an AR with the stock, so he couldn't get a bond
I'ma beat the dope up 'til it lock and try to stretch me nine
On this explore page, think this where I'ma find my wife
I kept it real from the jump, f*ck this music junk
But everything I touch bump, I must be number one
I'm fantasizin' on my bunk 'bout a Bentley truck
Like, "If I cut my dreads, will Zendaya let me f*ck?"
Like, "If I get a six-pack, you will let me hit that, huh?"
Then I got pardoned by Trump, they tried to stay I skunked
Instead of congratulatin', they hated, but I ain't gave a f*ck
Then I keep droppin' until I caught the one platinum in two months
I don't usually dwell on my success, but f*ck it, I drop my nuts
Niggas in the studio with me right now the niggas who got my trust
Every time I failed, I prevailed, that's why they call me a boss
If I learned a lesson from the situation, then I don't call it a loss

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300 Blackout

Yeah, SG ain't dead, but KTB got new motion, you heard? Uh-huh
You wasn't never this

Say, I was at the Marriott smokin' Black & Mild in the elevator
Some niggas made f*cked up decisions where no man can save 'em
Everybody know me 'round my way, I'm a bona fide gangster
Gunslinger, I let it off broad day, them niggas was pointin' fingers
What the f*ck I look like bein' a hater? I made it happen for 'em
My lil' nigga started touchin' paper, I was happy for him
I was in the cell thinkin' I was comin' home to you and me
How it was before they booked me, but how it's lookin'
It'll never be how it used to be, come on, player
I tried to spare you, I don't wanna hurt you, but I'm 'bout to blank
'Cause loyalty is the f*ckin' virtue until it ain't
In the back of the Maybach, paper plates, put up the drapes, we on a date
I heard a nigga got the drop to my mama house, but bitch, you late
'Cause she been moved, big house, swimmin' pool with a lake
I'm on a private jet, just me and bae, we havin' dinner
And no, nigga, ain't no f*ckin' beef, I just come and get you
I'm 'bout my issue, I don't know 'bout you, but I'm gon' deliver
I'ma pop my pistol, I'ma hop out, shoot, I'ma run, go get 'em
And the lil' bitch say she ready to eat, bitch, you gon' wait
Be with real killers everyday, we look each other in the face
And steppin' on shit, I left my footprints 'round the city
That's f*cked up what they did to Young Thug, can't let them get me
I was freestylin' this shit, I say, "Shit, I might as well just write it"
I'm a one-man army, I don't need no clique, need no indictments
I grew up in the judicial system, snipin' and fightin'
In juvenile detention centers, incitin' riots
In the studio, two nights in off a gram of that meth
Water whippin' in my kitchen, sticks and glizzys on my shelf
Treat the suburbs like the projects, turned the mansion to the trap house
I was pistol whippin', lil' nigga, I ain't even notice, I just blacked out
Fully loaded Blackout .300, a coyote one
Kept shootin' that nigga, I blacked out, did it for my mama, her oldest son
Everybody say I'm chosen one, the golden one
The only one around my way done made it, safe to say lil' nigga knowin' somethin'
Yeah, I'm a rapper, I smoke Runtz
SG, snatch and grab, walk a nigga to the trunk (I walk your bitch-ass to the trunk)
I'm at the Panthers Arena, I'm high as f*ck
My bitch lookin' like Ari and Taina all at once
This Drac' gon' change a nigga demeanor as soon I up
Keep askin', I'ma tell you exactly who I done f*cked
Bitch, stay out your feelings, I don't be in your business 'bout who you f*ck
I keep a lil' swoop, as soon I duck, gon' get some new dust
Stay at that bag, go get that sack all by myself
Hit that intersection, I'm loaded up, I'm loafin' up
Got plenty routes, different directions, I'm never stressin'
And bitch, when I walk in this f*ckin' room, don't ask no questions
It's KTB, Kodak the boss, Kodak the blessin'
Kill that boy, kill that bitch too, anybody get it
Everybody get it
Got gang in here, everybody with me
Catch a nigga where he ain't 'posed to be, you know I'ma kill him
And a friendship can't do nothin' for me when it's 'bout my business
If I catch me a nigga throwin' up that Z, then you better be with it

Catch your ass throwin' up that Z, you better be with this shit

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Slay Like Santa

Stack that paper and stay out the way
How many racks I could fit in the safe?
I'm a stepper, they know I don't play
They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay
Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac'
Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way
I got manners, I nut on her face
I won't hide for nothin', I ain't hidin' from nothin'

Ain't no secret, I'm big boy thuggin'
Long live Honeycomb, I sold a brick on ugly
On the block outside with cutters
Roll up a opp, straight fire the ganja
I just need me a reason to snap
Since Honeycomb died, I put bees in the trap (yeah)
I got nine bodies, I'm a big boy stepper, ain't nobody better
My daddy name David not Banner
By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule
She ridin' my dick on the chair
And I'm hittin' her bare, panda
Beat her back in my only agenda
I just flew the lil' swoop from Atlanta
Yeah, I rap, but I'm really a scammer
Set up traps, got it boomin' in Tampa
I'm tryna show her I like her, so I keep sendin' her roses, Amber
I drop a ounce of that white, remix the clean, now it's Dirty Diana
I'ma shooter, the Glock like a camera
My name Kodak, you know, like the camera
Too much pressure, that's all I'ma say
Everybody know, they play, they gon' lay
Killin' some haters again
Still made some paper in the pen', damn
He caught a innocent shell (yeah)
I hope that don't count as a sin (uh)
I'm a all around stepper, my friend
Gucci down, Cartier lens (damn)
I shoulda cuffed the lil' bitch, damn, I let a lame nigga win
Niggas can't stand the rain
You niggas don't stand a chance
Chevrolet candy paint
I spent a band in the Benz
I'ma murk 'em, been lurkin' for weeks
I step in whatever, Dior on my feet
Ain't no nerd, but I love to geek
I won't lie, but I steal, I kill, I cheat

Stack that paper and stay out the way
How many racks I could fit in the safe?
I'm a stepper, they know I don't play
They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay
Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac'
Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way
I got manners, I nut on her face
I won't hide for nothin', I ain't hidin' from nothin'

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If You Ever

Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him
Get a bullet to him

I fell asleep in the coupe, cracker found me with my fire
Suck my meat in the coupe while I'm slidin' on the I
Buy my music, buy my clothes, buy my weed, Cherry Pie
Livin' the life, they don't wanna see me fly, they wanna see me die
Diamonds gleamin', they don't wanna see me cheesin', they wanna see me cry
Disrespect me, I'ma take the Fendi off and I'ma slide
I'm a different kind of nigga, I can't be stopped, I can't be cloned
I'm a different kind of nigga, I can't be bought, I can't be sold
I be sittin' back, gettin' these racks, gettin' it on
I ain't into that chitty-chat, bitch, I'm grown
But I'm gone, hop out with the chrome, these niggas don't leave me 'lone
I'm in my zone, rollin' up a zone, I drop you like a song
Damn, I'm goin' to hell, man
Every nigga disrespect me catch a shell, man

Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him
If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me
I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?
I ain't playin', nigga, you know what I'm comin' from
Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him
If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me
I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?
Better shoot me where I stand, 'cause nigga, I ain't runnin'

I'ma keep on coolin', I'ma keep doin' music, gettin' fetti
But I'ma go back to jail if a nigga disrespect me
I'ma give you promo, f*ck with me, you know I'm steppin'
I ditched the stolo, me and Momo ridin' in the Chevy
I can't roll in peace anymore
Niggas think that I ain't in the streets anymore, they think I lost it
These niggas lost me, they see me flossin', now they salty
I'ma spin the bin, I'ma spin your block, I'ma get it poppin'
Ain't tryna die tonight, my family need me, so I'm clutchin'
Tryna change my life, but they won't let me, so it's f*ck it
Blitz a nigga like I'm playin' rugby, pull off in a bucket
You ain't ever know how I'm f*ckin' comin', they just know I'm comin'
Call my phone when you want some dick, you know I be comin'
Call my phone when you wanna vent, f*ck with you one hundred
Keep the Colt on me like a big baby, Tony Dungy, ayy

Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him
If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me
I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?
I ain't playin', nigga, you know what I'm comin' from
Every nigga disrespect me get a bullet to him
If a nigga disrespect me, get a lawyer for me
I done ran my money up, you think I owe you somethin'?
Better shoot me where I stand, 'cause nigga, I ain't runnin'

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I Can't Sleep

I'm creepin' through, I don't do no molly, I'm on a f*ckin' Perky
I'm tryna stack a few more bodies for my f*ckin' birthday
All I want for my birthday is a few more bodies

I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser
I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster
I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat
Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep

I'm booted up, I got a heart full of bands
Grimy nigga, wear my ass on my sleeve
Tryna bust this money down with my team
I can't shoot a nigga tonight 'cause I'm too clean
My nigga, he hangin' up out the window, what the f*ck you mean?
I feel like I'm sleepwalkin' right now, I'm livin' a dream
And the way this beat knockin' right now, I feel supreme
This CK got my jaw lockin' right now, I'm grindin' my teeth
I'm slidin' with that Draco, hope a nigga test my gangster
I been everywhere when everywhere they say I can't come
Slidin' with that Draco, hope a nigga test my gangster
I been everywhere when everywhere they say I can't come

I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser
I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster
I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat
Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep

Security stopped me at the door, said, "You can't get in with that strap"
Strip a pussy nigga naked, make it shake, make it clap
Niggas hidin' from the streets, he think he safe 'cause he rap
I keep switchin' up my number just in case it get tapped
I be posted on the corner like a hobo
I can't trust you niggas, somewhere ridin' solo
I be chasin' after paper like a fiend
Say, if we beefin', why you tryna make a scene?
Y'all on the 'Gram, y'all niggas squares
Y'all goin' Fed, y'all droppin' tracks
Them niggas scared, they tuckin' they tail
They tryna live, they don't wanna get whacked
I'm creepin' through, I don't do no molly, I'm on a f*ckin' Perky
I'm tryna stack a few more bodies for my f*ckin' birthday

I get the dope from Miami like I'm a baser
I'm tryna win me a Grammy, but I'm too gangster
I'm smokin' KK, got a Draco on my seat
Say, I be gettin' to that pape', so I can sleep

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Demand My Respect

See, I demand my respect, know what I mean?
Nigga, you ain't even got to like me
You ain't even got to respect me (respect the check, and salute me or shoot me, nigga)
As long as you don't disrespect me, you heard me?
Nah, f*ck that, them pussy nigga gon' respect this shit, for sure

I'm demandin' my respect, I don't really care for love
I done sent the bitch a jet, all I wanted was a hug
I'm slammin' in a 'Vette (I'm slammin' in a 'Vette, slammin')
I don't really care for sex, I ain't get nothin' in a month
VVS, prong set (VVS)
You ain't with me, then you with the wrong set
This where I been at, my location on 'net, somewhere on 'net, dog
F*ck my old homies, I regret I even met y'all
I don't play no games, I left the Switch at my ex house
PS5 at mama house, my house got the Xbox just for decoration
Deer head in my living room
Diamonds in my mouth, so, you can't tell I got a missin' tooth
This ain't nothin' new, I been spinnin', ain't got shit to prove
I'm standin' on business, ain't no livin' by the principles
Dyin' 'bout my morals, and my aura, I got shit to lose (uh-huh)
Just caught a drop off the block, nigga, this a chicken coop
I'm poppin' like coke, beat the dope with a fork (with a fork)
Baby from New York, she got a body like Coke
I'ma cuff her like she wrote
She got a want as soon as Tina got a lo'
Yeah, I don't play no police games, but, now, she under my arrest
My dick stay in her chest, keep her happy, never stressed
I'm in Cali with a vest, KTB, Kodak the best
And, I'm never comin' off they neck, shooters comin' off the bend
My snipers can't wait to get out, MD can't wait to get off house arrest
My nigga sensitive 'bout Yak
Niggas commentin' under my picture, they be ready to handle that
Ayy, yo, G-Mac, grab the MAC, spray
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I demand my respect, I'ma wipe 'em 'fore you whack 'em
Nigga, what's up? Let's make a bet (uh-huh)
My homie played a foul, I'm tryna hit him with a TEC
All my vultures on the prowl, yeah, we gon' land and we gon' peck
We done linked up with more killers, got gorillas in the set
F*ck it, y'all just run the field, and we gon' chill in the nest (mhm)
It's a win, win, y'all dyin' there, we lookin' out for the threats
Droppin' shit off when y'all get off, then, we cleanin' up the rest

Ooh, that nigga gon' say, but that f*ck nigga snappin'
And the way he put that shit in perspective, for real, for real
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, all the vultures and shit gon' really like, like, like, like
Really like, gon' smell that (I'ma eat, you gon' eat too?)
For sure, make these pussy niggas respect this shit, ya heard me? Uh-huh

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Play

He wanna play, he ate, niggas keep dyin' that way, keep fryin' that way
Niggas gettin' fried, like chicken and shit, KFC, nigga, we kill 'em for Crips
Hit a nigga ass with a three-piece combo, his mom, his bro, his sis
Got an opp bitch in the back of the Rolls
I better not see a nigga crackin' no fours (let's go)

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam, if I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team, just made six-hundred off streams
Just made six-hundred off streams (and we throwin' that bitch to the trap, on gang)
Let's go

It's crazy, I came here from nothin'
Now I can ride, I'm the motherf*ckin' man in my city
I show a nigga no pity, your mama, your brother
Your sister, your kids, your bitties
I don't give a f*ck who you call a nigga
Can never say I Lil Crix assed out, I drop an opp like he passed out
Two kids and his hoes, throw his ass in a blunt, gassed out (let's go)
When I'm out in public, that heater tucked
On blood, y'all know how I give it up
I don't give a f*ck who you with, I ain't spendin' shit
Cashin' that bag, like all state, burn like some plastic in broad day
Bullet make you sing like Rod Wave, M16 they all spray
New Versaces, all swade
Ten Piguets, they all ways, six thots, they all slay, ayy

They ask me, like, why I don't be social?
Like why I don't be talkin'
I tell they ass "Man, we was the streets," 3Teebie said, "For sure"
You peons don't know what the six-pack is, that's seventy-two ounces
But, gang, let's get it piped up
On gang (gang), let's go

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam, if I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team, just made six-hundred off streams
Just made six-hundred off streams (and we throwin' that bitch to the trap)
Let's go (ayy)

I don't need to cap on no beat, on blood, you payin' for this feat
What I look like payin' for a feat? Now Dre don't get put on a tee
Lil' bro in your bush, like a bee, this MAC have you stuck like a tree
Tag be the bitch, straight rice, don't play with your life like dice, nigga
You better think twice, nigga, 'cause I'll pay the price, nigga
Know some young niggas that's itchin' for bodies, when they see us, it's on sight
Fifteen, seen my first body, I ain't never look back, that's why I keep a strap on my hip
This get shot on your lip, I'm blowin' shit off the rip (ayy)
Got twenty in this clip, never catch a me in no zip
I can get bag like no chips or flipped in a whip
I'm puttin' crackers on watch, 'cause I keep a gun
This drill shit ain't fun, nigga

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Starter Kit

(Shit touch souls, AJ, that beat touch a nigga soul)

Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit
Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit
Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard
Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard
In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part

Mulsanne with my mood change, I know two things
they can't f*ck with me, can't f*ck with you
And I know I gotta put you first, you can't be number two
Just play your role, get anything you want, bae, if you actin' right
Dope was bad, I hit it with that one-two, brought it back to life
Always lit, bitch, we in VLive
Young nigga poppin' shit, Beamer, Benz, or Bentleys, I can't decide
F*ck it, old school Chevrolet
In the club doin' your thing, I made it rain like the weatherman
F*cked around, got a lil' taste and I been cravin', you Heaven sent
Tattoo tears for the pain, make up tattoos on your face
And make sure it's plain as day
And f*ck what these haters say
You for the streets, I'll say today
I bet I'm gon' make you stay
You see the peace, you see the rage

Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit
Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit
Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard
Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard
In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part

Too gangster for this shit, I might not never get no award
Nigga fakin' in the club, just ordered ones, ain't even throw it
Been in the streets forever and ain't got nothin' to show for it
All it did was take my dogs and give me charges and left me scarred
The streets don't love nobody, but I still gave the bitch my heart
Nigga think this shit a game, don't even know how to play your card
In the back of the Maybach Sprinter, bustin' dinner, watchin' TV
And I fell in love with a stripper, let me be your nigga, let me be your BB
Wake up, grab my pistol, put on my VV's, then I pray
Pop 'bout two, three glitches, then I'm ready for the day
I told all my bitches, "I got a girl and stay away"
Shorty been playin' her part, so I ain't gon' do that to my bae

Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun, yeah, that's my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame, how you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole and how she throw that shit
Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone, his shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit
Got niggas standin' on the block, niggas in apartments sellin' hard
Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard
In the streets, can't be too real, they take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin' my bills, so I hold him down and play my part

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I'm So Awesome

Uh, hopped out to spray, then I hopped in the Wraith
Yeah, I'm havin' fun today
Step on these niggas and they better not play
Yeah, that's what my mama say
Get you some money, you stay here, you pay
You can't be sittin' in my mansion all day
I go to prison, I'm havin' my way
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Go to Morocco and f*ck on a thot ho, I'm so, I'm so awesome
Think 'cause she finer, she gon' get designer
No, get you a job or somethin'
Jay Crack my dawg, you know, he been my weenie
F*ck with him long way, he knew me since peewee
Remember them times I was f*ckin' a fifi
Yeah, uh, thanks for them letters, bae, now you get CC
All of my bitches be yellow like Beezy
Flex on these niggas, I make it look easy
I'm draggin' my nuts, they be all on my Fiji
Drip on these bitches, they eatin' my spill up
Ran out of gas, I'ma need me a fill up
She say I raped the bitch, no, but I bit her
I got too much money, ain't doin' no sit-up
Hopped out to spray, then I hopped in my bag
Yeah, I'm in my Birkin
Shoutout to Gucci, I think that's my dad
Yeah, I was just jerkin'
I hit the whoa 'cause I like that lil' dance
I be on go, you gon' lay where you stand
Pull out the Ghost, I'm too rich for a Benz
Mmm, yeah
Lil' one be callin' me daddy and shit, uh, that ain't my baby
Shorty be throwin' her kids on me, hmm, 'cause they need savin'
This how I'm livin', I'm deadass
End of your girl, your lil' head ass
Like when you callin' me daddy, haha (yeah)
Daddy, zaddy, pullin' up, I'm on the Addy
They searched the crib and I still got a gun in the attic
I done got really established
This wasn't 'posed to happen, 'cause I was just jackin' and stuff
I turn a nigga to maggots, yeah, he dead, flies everywhere
I done created the fabric that niggas be jackin', so they gotta pay me to wear
Courvoisier is a poor nigga drink
But I'm drinkin' it, you need a license to share
I'ma Z y'all like a Z and I Z who I Z, that's just the way that I am
Courvoisier is a poor nigga drink, but I drink it, I drink it
I keep some sack and a MAC and a shank in my blanket, the blanket
I keep security 'cause I'm tired of shootin'
I be on tears and my eyes be googly
Big dumbass rubies on all of my toothies
Ass shots, I put that fire on your booty
Hop in and spray soon I hop out the coochie
I'm a clean lil' nigga, I'm awesome
I got a whole lot of millions
I ain't want a Benz, so I bought my dawg one
I don't be countin' the Maybach truck
Even though it's a Benz, I don't it count though
Thirty inch rounds, gotta mound of dough
I'ma treat you like you weren't my round before
Candy paint Lamb', I just hopped out the spray
I keep some bands on me just to go play
Run out of family, you niggas okay
You ain't got no parents and you just in my way
Step on these niggas, I stand on the hoes
Cutthroat nigga, yeah, anythin' go
I hop out the 'Ville, 'cause fixin' my pistol
Pounce out on niggas, I look like I'm Tigger

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Game From Pluto

I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up
Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up
Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug
Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper
Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots
I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars
Play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched
Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy

Mulsanne all cash, like Bentley, don't take checks
Just bring all gas and smoke, I don't take threats
Free my nigga Flippa, SG, we the best
Until he get an issue, nigga, we can't rest
I'm on a jet with a dirty TEC and an MPX
We gon' close casket or make his family take a guess
Yeah, they switchin' sets, they changin' way too soon
I'm in the club, I'm blowin' K2 fumes

I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up
Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up
Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug
Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper
Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots
I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars
Play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched
Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy

Future told me, "Drop that shit, keep it on they chest, feet on they neck"
KTB, Kodak the boss, Kodak the best, that ain't a guess
Say he love to see me flex, every time you flex, put it in they face
And I'm poppin' checks, and soon they drop the case, I copped the Wraith
All these bands free, if a ho wanna f*ck with me, open up a Chase
I was in Tennessee leanin', nigga fiendin' for that drank
I'm a rich junkie, stay from 'round me, you look like a monkey
If you look dirty, dog, probably got monkeypox
I'ma take they head clean off for playin' on my top
Ho, you ain't even gotta dance, ho, I'm tryna do my Kodak bop
Gettin' too much guap, rocked up like I'm sellin' brick
Pull out ZR1 Stingray 'Vette, jellyfish

I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up
Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up
Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug
Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper
Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots
I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars
Play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched
Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy

I get game from Pluto, then I twist it up
Yeah, I'm over you, ho, you can't even get me up
Yeah, I'm in the club with my nina and a mean mug
Baby, I'm a killer, I don't care if you a stripper
Pour out the liquor, takin' red rum shots
I keep a stick, we puttin' trackers on the cars
Yeah, play with my top, you gon' be in the ER room stretched
Say, I'm a big old Z, so I need the ZR1 'Vette, ayy

---

Walk

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
(The f*ck got into you?)

(Walk) I'm a big stepper, I drip when I walk
I'm bringin' pressure, they run when I walk
I kicked the bitch out the Jeep, told her, "Walk"
Yeah, I jump on these beats and I walk
Slide, keep on slidin' (walk)
Opps just keep on dyin' (walk)
Spin 'round, spin 'round (walk)
Step down, step down (walk)

Hmm, Hellcat came with exhaust
You switch out on me, must be lost
KTB, Kodak The Boss
Candy paint Maybach, it gloss (yeah)
Your bitch in here, she gettin' tossed
Baguettes on my neck, look like frost
I'm bussin' checks in the office
I play defense and offense
Run up, you get stepped on, I'm a demon, I throw crosses
Run down with my vest on, no such thing as bein' too cautious
I took all my losses to the chin and then I charged it
Fresh out of prison, I'm already spinnin', I'm right back where I started
.223s in the cartridge
5.56s and switches
Ain't sparin' none of you bitches
Want sympathy, ain't gettin' it from me
My niggas love me, it ain't 'bout the money
'Cause they get to spinnin' for free
I'm from the city, no pity
Lil' nigga went missin' the other day, he was just three

(Walk) I'm a big stepper, I drip when I walk
I'm bringin' pressure they run when I walk
I kicked the bitch out the Jeep, told her, "Walk"
Yeah, I jump on these beats and I walk
Slide, keep on slidin' (walk)
Opps just keep on dyin' (walk)
Spin 'round, spin 'round (walk)
Step down, step down (walk)

Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk in
Picked up a bag when I walked in
I f*cked this bitch now that nigga keep stalkin' my page
I got too many options, the main
I f*ck all of my bitches the same
Turned in the Jag' for a Range
I did the dash like Dame
She see my wrist and said, "Dang"
Audemars fresh out the pan
Water whippin', walk 'round the kitchen with the pot right in my hand
Walk, step, slide, spin
Ain't no Perc, fives, ten
Big size rim
My cousin Wakeem, taught me this
Don't even lie, I walk
Whatcha-called died, it wasn't even my fault
One point five in a vault
I'm on the blogs every time that I talk
Thirteen carbon, I'm still gon' walk
And I'm on lean today
Now they got behind me, they didn't even chase
They don't f*ck with me 'cause they know they can't

(Walk) I'm a big stepper, I drip when I walk
I'm bringin' pressure they run when I walk
I kicked the bitch out the Jeep, told her, "Walk"
Yeah, I jump on these beats and I walk
Slide, keep on slidin' (walk)
Opps just keep on dyin' (walk)
Spin 'round, spin 'round (walk)
Step down, step down, yeah (walk)

---

Spin

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch, too?)
(The f*ck got into you?)

Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin

Steppin' and slidin', run down on opps
I got niggas hidin' from they own damn block
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Spin, spin, spin, spin

Walkin' and slidin' and steppin' and spinnin'
And standin' on bitches and standin' on business
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walkin' on beats, got Dior on my feet
Givenchy my freaks, so these hoes on my meat
Spin you a bend since you reppin' your Z
Steppin' for me so you steppin' for free
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin

Let me see you when you walk
Let me see you when you walk
Let me see you when you walk
Let me see you when you walk
Let me see you when you step, step, step
Show the people how you step, step, step

Let me see how you walk
Let me see how you slide
Let me see how you walk, like you ain't got no ride
Let me see how you walk
Let me see you when you walk (now lean wit' it)
Let me see you when you walk (car leave wit' it)
Let me see you when you walk (on the scene with it, SG business)

Slidin' with my niggas, we gon' slide
I'ma slide, he gon' slide and we slidin' with the iron
Nigga, slide, where your gun, nigga?
Everybody rhyme, when we slidin'?
Where you from, nigga? We don't even mind
It's the vibe, nigga
Palm Beach, Dade County broad
It's the vibe, nigga
Rrah, rrah, brrah
Everybody walk, step, slide
Brrah, brrah
Everybody opps gotta die

Let me see you when you walk
Let me see you when you walk
Let me see you when you walk
Let me see you when you walk
Let me see you when you step, step, step
Show the people how you step, step, step

Walkin' and slidin' and steppin' and spinnin'
And standin' on bitches and standin' on business
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walkin' on beats, got Dior on my feet
Givenchy my freaks, so these hoes on my meat
Spin you a bend since you reppin' your Z
Steppin' for me so you steppin' for free
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin, spin, spin

Steppin' and slidin', run down on opps
I got niggas hidin' from they own damn block
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Spin, spin, spin, spin

---

Ammunition

I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders
Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now, in the studio, chillin'
I'm rockin' VLONE and the V stands for very vicious
I got grip, I got whip, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips, heavy ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play it, I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit

This an AR, but I hit a nigga close distance
In the middle of the KR, 'cause I'm comfortable when I'm in the trenches
I can eat or spend a band or I'ma spend a ticket
But either way, a nigga play, then he f*ckin' get it
I'm a snipe, I get my man or his necessary
Me and Syk, jumped out the bands, went to jumpin' fences
And we ski's with the reas', all black dickin'
F*ck you mean? I got Zs, we in Mississippi
Don't get yolked, we'll rope a nigga, like we lynchin'
This that smoke that make you choke and leave niggas twitchin'
I got four-wheelers and Benji's, Rovers and Bentleys
I'm gon' stand over a nigga, let him see me grinnin'
Three-hundred a show and spent a hundred on the pendant
Just ten minutes ago and I be already bendin'
I'm gon' light me somethin' up, this ain't no f*ckin' image
You know they call me Kodak, I might f*ck around and film it

I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders
Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now, in the studio, chillin'
I'm rockin' VLONE and the V stands for very vicious
I got grip, I got whip, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips, heavy ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play it, I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit

Make a nigga beg before you kill him, that shit a tradition
Blood in my eyes, on vulture mode, shit f*ckin' with my vision
I ain't droppin' no water, I'ma swang this dope and chase 'em out, it's tennis
Aimin' strictly headshots, ARP blow off the nigga fitted
Bendin' blocks, sell a nigga dope, like a Jehovah witness
Lil' Tuewop, livin' life like a stripper, on all these poles, keep titties
The boss say it's smoke, we slice your throat, real cutthroat committee
Hollow dug in his face, ate 'em, ew, ew, gave him a buck fifty
We got armed and pills around, hella ammunition
Kidnappin' niggas in broad day, you know this shit get wicked
Death before this honor, mob ties, forever stand on business
Stealin' souls, thief in the night, reaper of the trenches

I was standin' over a nigga, tryna find the benders
Corner graphin', like "Lil bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now, in the studio, chillin'
I'm rockin' VLONE and the V stands for very vicious
I got grip, I got whip, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips, heavy ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play it, I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit

---

Hop Out Shoot

Never pick and choose, got my fire too
(Carl Paul)
And I ain't in the stu'
That smoke go down whoever throat, ya 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 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 homie get the ride tonight
Tryna call, are you bitches sleep or somethin'?
I had to chill a f*ckin' year before I had to knocked 'em all
Lil' daddy ain't even see it comin'
I'm drippin' like last Sunday
I just took off with the chicken like last Monday
I be tryna change, but sometimes I'm look like I'm runnin' from it
I like her now, but, once I get on, I'm on another woman
I wear 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 tone
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 rap that shit, I'm gonna go do it"
We probably beef, but, we SG, that mean we tight, alright?
I walk from GA, stole the car comin' from power height
Sometimes we fight, but when it' war, we come together though
We come together
We hop out and we shoot, we go there with wherever, zo
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? Bae, which one of your friends do?
Hop out, shoot, hop out, shoot, we love runnin' gun
When I finally CPD, you know it's dun-dun-dun
As soon as shorty took me back, went ran the game to her
She says 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, cleanin' for me
Walk 'em down, hundred rounds for lil' whoadie switch
Bullets shootin' quick, we back down any niggas who comin' 'round this bitch
Everybody say they demon time, but, I move with grace
I'm a righteous reaper, a good leader, but, I'll eat yo' face
I was on twenty 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, wake up in your place
This the longest I been hidin', and I ain't catch a case
I know I'll never feel and go back to pain and sufferin'
Or sharin' a cell with a nigga and have to smell each other
I'll wipe a whole generation out 'bout my brother
A nigga wanna bring the crazy out me, try my brother

---

Kutthroat Barbie

Bae, you gon' have to decide if you can handle bein' with a thug nigga like me
Know as far as my lifestyle, I try keep certain lil' shit away from you
But, you gon' have to be a big girl and hold a nigga down, no matter what
It's never gon' be easy, especially with a nigga who love the streets
Times I can't be reached I'm out handlin' shit that need to be dealt with
No questions asked, but at the end of the day, I'm all 'bout my money
And I love you, I know you love me, this for you

I'm sendin' tunechi to the feds like I'm FedEx
I'm tryna push up, tryna have you on bed rest
I be wantin' to spend time, but, I don't find the time to
I'm tryna hide you where nobody can find you
Pull up to the studio, I'm tryna f*ck somethin'
I'm steady ridin' 'round strapped, I'm tryna bust somethin'
And a rapper just be in your DMs, bae, just know it's smoke
These bitches hatin', they see my love for you way different
We by ourself, nobody else, not even the gang with me
For you, I'd cross over the sea, you who I wanna be
Every time we freak, we have my sheets like the Muckalee
You ain't gon' keep me out the trenches, bae, so, stop trippin'
I ain't never puttin' down my fire, so, don't even try
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
Golden Acres projects, right now, it's a block party
I don't even drive the 'Rarri, I'm in a bulletproof Caddy
Rather safe then sorry, even though these niggas ain' gon' play

They know I'm dingy, I be steppin' everyday
If the nigga jump in your DM, make sure you tell me, baby
'Cause you my cutthroat barbie
I had you layin' at a party 'fore a nigga drop
I know you ridin' without a doubt, you doin' shit you never did before
So, 'bout this love, I swear to God, I'ma tear the city up
Let's start a business up

We slide, you got my glizzy tucked
In your purse, you hold my Percs, you been through worse
You need a Bently truck for that
I know it's other hoes out here, but, bae, you everything for Yak
Don't matter what we go through, you promised shit forever stay intact
At the baby shower for your people, you right there when I seen you
It's gon' be you and me next
I started roundin' up my pieces, and bust you down to pieces
Hope these credit cards gleasin'
I was watchin' you dance, it's your walk, it's your stance
You make all this look easy
You break me down to my knees, turn my pawn to a queen
Turn my pawn to a queen, yeah
I'm a real king, turn my pawn to a queen
You break me down to my knees, turn my pawn to a queen

Cutthroat barbie, you

---

At The Cross

(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
All this life I'm livin', all this life I'm livin'
Got me lil' f*cked up in here, can't even lie 'bout that one
Got me crazy, this shit got me crazy
(Let me hear it, let me hear it)

All this life I'm livin' got me crazy
Why you drive the droptop when it's rainin'?
How you put an O in front of the Range?
In the orange road, peel out, switchin' lanes
All this gunpowder f*ckin' up my brain
Life done took a toll on me, it changed me
Got a nigga walkin' 'round here, actin' strange
I left my burdens at the cross and went to Haiti
Three crosses on my face, they wanna hang me
I tripple-crossed a nigga, yeah, I'm shady
Yeah, them niggas can't relate, 'cause they ain't smart enough
Yeah, everythin' I do, it be for all of us
Got a Zoe flag on the Maybach truck, bendin' corners
Got too much money to be still jumpin' out of Land Rovers
Too much shooters to be still jumpin' out shootin'
I turned a Kodak moment to a whole movement
And you niggas can't get close to me, I'm inaccessible
Keep every conversation brief as an ethical
I left all my partners because I outgrew them
I left all my problems and moved to Wyoming
And these drops by my eyes, they ain't a tear, it's a blood
Faced all of my fears even though I ain't scared of nothin'
Earned everythin' because I came from the slums
Can't show me what's the meanin' to your love
Thirty million blew and I'm still hittin' the bottom feeders
Left my birds at the cross hair
I'll be throwin' cautions at the window
Ain't no crossin' 'bout business, I ain't taking no more losses
Say Haitian boy Kodak, uh, I love my auntie, my niece
Run up in the projects, thuggin' by the Chinese store
That was uncle, auntie and them, he might try to call them
Thirteen on the mollys, tryna steal the violence
My mama couldn't hold me, she sat me down to Mustang
My dad a droptop Toyota, felt just like a Corvette
Every bitch I stick my dick in, they said they want a repeat

---

Freezing My Pinky

(AB)
(D-Roc)

Jumped out the jet and took me a flight
Nothin' ain't real, everything got a price
F*ck a bad bitch, better talk to me nice
I'ma keep steppin' on niggas for life
Smoke grey, jump out an all-black Demon
Play like you mad, I'ma start back cheatin'
Been wanted out, I just needed a reason
Still in a drought, I can freeze up my pinky

Can't let her go, she owe me a kid
I need support, can you ride my big?
Nah, I ain't gay, but, I split some wig
On a chill day, I'm still gon' slay
If I don't come back, how the bills gon' pay?
Think about that 'fore you hate on me
I'm in the club with a shank on me
Stripper say, "Kodak, come rain on me"
Just rain on me, just rain on me
Tank on E, but, but I'm drunk as a F
I'm a big stepper, I rob by myself
Se opp, hot pot, then, I step
Bet you been miserable since I left
No, no, you can't have my wealth
Louis V, all-white belt
I snatch off and whip me a half
She dancin' with me, wanna marry a Devil
Hy heart on my sleeve, but I need to be careful
Nigga just showin' me love 'cause he stressin'
They on God there ain't nothin' to bless 'em
F*ck the weak shit, I done finally got better
Niggas don't know why I cried in my Tesla
They forget how many time that you helped them
Now, they think they better, now you got to stretch 'em
Blood in the streets like he flooded my bezel
Murder man, murder man, murder man, yeah
I been at this shit, I age well
Baby snipers, I raised them
My iPhone recognize me with my ski mask, I'm a whole 'nother goon
Turn up at the back all night on Z class, I won't make it to school

Jumped out the jet and then took me a flight
Nothin' ain't real, everything got a price
F*ck a bad bitch, better talk to me nice
I'ma keep steppin' on niggas for life
Smoke grey, jump out an all-black Demon
Play like you mad, I'ma start back cheatin'

You ain't my nigga, I know you a leacher
Pick your dilemma, you ain't nothin' but a skeezer
Switchin' out rentals, you know how I creep
None of you nigga ain't not in my reach
F*ck with Lil Kodak, you know I'ma eat (yeah)
Yeah, and the smoke come free
Blowin' bands all this week
Dirty my hands, clean the gun with bleach
Them niggas got a lil' fee, but it ain't on me

Jumped out the jet and then took me a flight
Nothin' ain't real, everything got a price
F*ck a bad bitch, better talk to me nice
I'ma keep steppin' on niggas for life
Smoke grey, jump out an all-black Demon
Play like you mad, I'ma start back cheatin'
Been wanted out, I just needed a reason
Still in a drought, I can freeze up my pinky

---

Bad Man

Sexin', passion, she red and she classy
But she can get sassy too
I'm ahead of fashion, I pop X and chase the dragons
I'm never late for the action
A me fi tell you Kodak Black is a bad man
Make me upset, hope you expectin' this reaction
He call for wreck, drive down, TEC get to blastin'
Load up di ting, let it ring, got his men and them too
I'm on the scene, like what you mean? Like what's happenin', fool?
On the spot, I see an opp, I'm takin' action right there
Pon the place, pon the place
It's okay, I'll be the bad guy
I'm a good nigga, but they'll never tell you that lie

When yuh rollin' wid di Z, you know we so fly
All about di money, baby, know this Tek life, yeah
All the memories still live from me in school
Baby, me and you used to stick together like glue
Wonder what happened in the mix when things grew
But it's never too late to give you designer boo, yeah
Rollin' with the Z (Z), the gyal a evil, no worry (worry)
Strap down pon mi lap that she a see
Circle pon di ends, hail the evil heads
Ever have the chopper pon mi lap because me n'affi know dem
If dem nah say Z, then we haffi show dem
Gyal all want fi give me brain when me damn rollin'
Every gyal a say Z, step with my fresh Nike
Dem pussy boy can't friend we (ay), step like every night (yeah)
Yeah, we do it right (wah?)
Wah we a fi say Z, but, gyal, you haffi be me wifey
Or do you prefer be di sidey?
Gyal, you a be di side or a be di wife
Yeah, yeah

---

Silencer

(Expensive)
Cutthroat business, cutthroat business, yeah
KTB, nigga
Cutthroat business
Yeah, yeah

Go in all the opps bios, ayy
We been feelin' all the, "Long lives"
We been steppin' for this whole year
Back to back smack, I got no chill
I go get dirty in designer gear
I pop a .30, I ain't talkin' 'bout a pill
Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears
I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid
And, I'ma keep it a brick
I got a itch 'cause I popped me a glitch
Robin jeans, I had to rob for a fit
Don't like how these nigga be talkin', he sits
Back to back droppin' hits
They can't keep up the Scat Pack got the kit
Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch
Silencer on the stick

I tried to kill me a nigga on his birthday
I just want twenty-five bodies for Christmas
Pop too much Percs with the water, I'm pissy
We just found him, but he still end up missin'
I put the bag on the bitch, that's a fifty
I pull up crashin' on shit, that's collision
Oh, it's a bag on this shit? Where's the toilet?
I pull up cashin' on shit, that's a total
This what we rappin' all day, what we steppin' 'bout
KTB, Lauderkill, bitch, Pompanolia
Swap out a hit, cross a bitch nigga over
Rock out and hit, take his arm off his shoulder
They came over, what you say? Let's do lunch
Come on, let me shoot this nut in yo' gut
Muffler on the cutter, everybody, hush
I swing that Blackout, bitch like a punch

I'ma leave you right there where you had me f*cked up at
If play then you lay was a person
I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs
I should just turn to a Perky
I'ma leave you right there where you had me f*cked up at
If play then you lay was a person
I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs
I should just turn to a Perky

I'm tryna kill me a f*ck nigga grandma
I'm tryna break me a f*ck nigga heart
Pop out, I hop out, and rock out on camera
And I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art
Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer
All I remember three hots and a cot
Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza
Ran so many Ms up, I know there's a God
I'm tryna kill me a f*ck nigga grandma
I'm tryna break me a f*ck nigga heart
Pop out, I hop out, and rock out on camera
And I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art
Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer
All I remember three hots and a cot
Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza
Ran so many Ms up, I know there's a God

Go all the opps' bios, ayy
We been feelin' all the, "Long lives"
We been steppin' for this whole year
Back to back smack, I got no chill
I go get dirty in designer gear
I pop a .30, I ain't talkin' 'bout a pill
Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears
I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid
And, I'ma keep it a brick
I got a itch 'cause I popped me a glitch
Just to get high, he gon' rob for a fit
You jump in this ride, batter know how to shift
Back to back droppin' hits
They can't keep up the Scat Pack got the kit
Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch (what?)
Silencer on the stick