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Kodak Black - 4th Quarter Lyrics




Me and momo riding in the chevy, say my neck about to break my chain too heavy
Rebirth of Lou Scott Makavelli (ooo purp)
I'm born stacking bread like a deli (I been ready)
So you can take it where you want, I'm kamikaze wanna try me suggest you don't
Oo I told you boy I'm riding the donk oo I got shooters posted by my door
I'm from the noy yeah I stay polo to the floor
Oo my money long I cut my homies short, from golden acres what it is it really ain't
I'm lyrical and what I be saying gone make you think
I'm all in, I be solo don't need no friends
I f*ck with lil soto, that's my cuh-law he get it in
Lil jackboy he just wrote that nigga he like my kin
I be up all night on M's, I don't f*ck around with no zans
Super charge imma hit the game like a ram
You niggas lame with a lil fame on instagram
I do my thing I'm about to make you niggas flame
Ain't holding back no more I'm finna make you feel my rage
Nigga please, nigga what? nigga who?
You running yo mouth yo lips bigger then yo shoe
Me and my pocket monster, us two, that's my crew
Epimp that's my blood, that's my thug, he bring it through
Oo I'm about to make you niggas feel it
Murder charge fresh to death Imma make a killing
Oo I can turn yo state into a city, Imma CEO I can turn a drake into a diddy
Oo about to hit you niggas where it hurt!
Why you go so hard why they put wayne head up on no shirt?
I'm riding on 26 plus 4's free lil turk
He just caught 30 that shit'll make me go buzirk
Punchline!
I hit the beat with a jab, difference between me and you I pull up in a jag
Fingers inching like a rash, feening for that cash, they say kodak living good but all his bitches bad
I ball so hard, my homie fouled em, my cast on
I rob so much I'm in the booth with my mask on
Oo I'm riding in the coupe, I'm the truth, that money running, I'm outchea chasing it how about you
You can get on a track and chase it too, I can turn a lake into a pool
My diamonds shining, why your ice look like its blue?
While you out here lame vibing you should be out here grinding too
They say time is money I'm showing what timing do
Say grind turn into shine I'm showing what grinding
Lil kodak black I'm the truth, project baby I'm the truth
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Me and momo riding in the chevy, say my neck about to break my chain too heavy
Rebirth of Lou Scott Makavelli (ooo purp)
I'm born stacking bread like a deli (I been ready)
So you can take it where you want, I'm kamikaze wanna try me suggest you don't
Oo I told you boy I'm riding the donk oo I got shooters posted by my door
I'm from the noy yeah I stay polo to the floor
Oo my money long I cut my homies short, from golden acres what it is it really ain't
I'm lyrical and what I be saying gone make you think
I'm all in, I be solo don't need no friends
I f*ck with lil soto, that's my cuh-law he get it in
Lil jackboy he just wrote that nigga he like my kin
I be up all night on M's, I don't f*ck around with no zans
Super charge imma hit the game like a ram
You niggas lame with a lil fame on instagram
I do my thing I'm about to make you niggas flame
Ain't holding back no more I'm finna make you feel my rage
Nigga please, nigga what? nigga who?
You running yo mouth yo lips bigger then yo shoe
Me and my pocket monster, us two, that's my crew
Epimp that's my blood, that's my thug, he bring it through
Oo I'm about to make you niggas feel it
Murder charge fresh to death Imma make a killing
Oo I can turn yo state into a city, Imma CEO I can turn a drake into a diddy
Oo about to hit you niggas where it hurt!
Why you go so hard why they put wayne head up on no shirt?
I'm riding on 26 plus 4's free lil turk
He just caught 30 that shit'll make me go buzirk
Punchline!
I hit the beat with a jab, difference between me and you I pull up in a jag
Fingers inching like a rash, feening for that cash, they say kodak living good but all his bitches bad
I ball so hard, my homie fouled em, my cast on
I rob so much I'm in the booth with my mask on
Oo I'm riding in the coupe, I'm the truth, that money running, I'm outchea chasing it how about you
You can get on a track and chase it too, I can turn a lake into a pool
My diamonds shining, why your ice look like its blue?
While you out here lame vibing you should be out here grinding too
They say time is money I'm showing what timing do
Say grind turn into shine I'm showing what grinding
Lil kodak black I'm the truth, project baby I'm the truth
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