Kodak Black Lyrics

[Intro]
What? What? (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Young nigga, hopped in my bag and it's filled up with Skrilla, I feel like I'm Kodak, yeah
Bitch, this a Bentley Bentayga, the doors open, now she like, "Where we gon' go at?" Yeah
I'm in Atlanta, we throwin' up money, they like, "Where the f*ck is the floor at?" Yeah
I make an arm and a leg, arm and a leg, lil' bitch, and you know that, yeah

[Verse 1]
I told her, "buy dope, we got whole lotta meds, it's green, lil' bitch, and you know that, yeah"
I'm in New York with your bitch, and we tweakin' together, no Rula, Santanny
And I got my blammer, I don't wanna talk like I'm antisocial, no BabySantana
Bitch, hold on, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, hey, hey (Go Stupid)
I'm rockin' Rick in the meetin', huh, I feel like Mr. Miyagi
Kickin' this shit like I'm David, no Banner
She suckin' that dick with no hands, there's no manners (Ooh)
Shawty a treesh, she don't get no respect
Too many racks, finna f*ck up a check
Free Thugger Thugger, that's YSL
Yves, smokin' zaza, I keep burnin' my chest
Why the f*ck would I just chip on your lil' bitty bitch, if she want me, that bitch gettin' wrecked
I'm in the back of the VIP with a Tec
I'm in the V.I.P., bitch, with a whole lotta hundreds
Said she wanna f*ck for the summer
This bitch comin' straight to LA, she ain't gettin' no money
(Woah, woah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Go stupid)
(Woah, woah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Go crazy)
I'm with your bitch, and I'm zoomin'
She tryna f*ck, I don't know what I'm doin'
Goin' out sad, you can tell that he losin'
Your money too short like it's Julian Newman
Huh, hold on, hmm, hold on, new check, who this? It stand taller than Bol Bol
f*ck I look like goin' up like I'm Zion?
Bitch, if we link, we ain't takin' no photos
I been rockin' Rick since 2018
I been rockin' Rick since— Huh, huh
I been rockin' Rick since 20— Hmm I been rockin' Rick since 2018
Niggas be lame, they ain't cool as they seem
You ain't get no hoes back then you— Huh
You can get robbed, but f*ck you mean? Niggas don't really be gang, they green bean
[Chorus]
Young nigga, hopped in my bag and it's filled up with Skrilla, I feel like I'm Kodak, uh
I'm in the big-body Benz, it's a Bentley Bentayga, lil' bitch, and you know that, yeah
I'm in Atlanta, we throwin' up money, they like, "Where the f*ck is the floor at?" Yeah
I make an arm and a leg, arm and a leg, lil' bitch, and you know that, yeah, huh

[Verse 2]
This a new pack in the mail, huh, sorry, I don't mean to flex (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I just hopped out the 'Vette, hold on, and I'm doin' shit that you can't
f*ckin' on a ho you can't (Yeah) and she gon' go both ways
f*ckin' on a Netflix ho, if I put her on cam', she the new Kim K (Yeah)
f*ckin' on a model ho, took her to the steakhouse, she ain't get no steak, huh (Woah-woah, yeah)
She don't even got no body, I don't give no f*cks, I be f*ckin' her face (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, come get this shit on paper view, huh
Niggas be cryin' like clearly this shit ain't made for you, huh
I just mind my motherf*ckin' business, and I get paid
Hop on the motherf*ckin' J, get slayed
I'm buyin' Prada for my entertainer
So many bags in this ho, ain't no space
I don't even want me no Charli D'Amelio, I'm tryna f*ck on a Addison Rae
I know I be on my rockstar shit, but shawty, I still could take you to the trains
Or the fours, four, four, four (What, what, yeah)

[Chorus]
Young nigga, hopped in my bag and it's filled up with Skrilla, I feel like I'm Kodak, yeah
Bitch, this a Bentley Bentayga, the doors open, now she like, "Where we gon' go at?" Yeah
I'm in Atlanta, we throwin' up money, they like, "Where the f*ck is the floor at?" Yeah
I make an arm and a leg, arm and a leg, lil' bitch, and you know that, yeah

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