Kodak Black Endless Nights Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
(One hundred percent juice)
Huh

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Blanket of bullets, lay you down in it
I'm in Aspen, I got cabin fever
I'm in traffic right now, I'm slashin', I'm cuttin'
I ain't that crazy, girl, I know you a keeper
I bet that nigga there must be tired of livin'
I don't know why else would you want me thinkin' we beefin'
I'm in a black Scat packin' a MAC
Kodak the boss, that mean they slidin' for Yak
I'm havin' fat backs, Venus, Serena
I'm at the Suns game, Phoenix arena
My nigga from Belle Glade, know he a demon
I f*cked her once, I don't even care what else
Endless nights turn to mornin'
Hate on me, I'm still gettin' money
Once it's beef, I need me somethin'
I'll get you slumped, I don't even care what else

[Verse 2: Gunna & French Montana]
I'll show my hand, I don't care how the cards was dealt
It's Young GunWunna, I'd risk it all for wealth
She do it on her own, don't wanna ask for help
She saw the house and went and bought a Jag herself
I pull her pony hair and smack her on the ass, oh yeah
I been fishbowlin' in that Bentley with no glass, all clear
Bought bigger karats, okay, now I can hear (Now I can hear)
Come to my room, you gon' smell sex in the air (Sex in the air)
Endless nights, early mornin'
Ringin' my line (Line) whenever she horny
Gunna keep a dime (Dime) and I'm gettin' money
We don't pour it light (Light), all our cups muddy (Muddy)
Fifty for a flight (Flight), that's a nigga's budget (Budget)
f*ck if they don't like, all my bitches love it (Montana)

[Verse 3: Roddy Ricch]
f*ck if they don't like it, all my bitches love it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Five hunnid thousand, cash out in public (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tired of these niggas and these bitches in my business
If we ain't met in person, you can't follow me on finsta (Let's go)
Pull out the strap, my house got cameras with the sensors (Sensors)
Investigation room, don't now, I got dementia (Got dementia)
Don't got no heart, so I just pray for all my enemies
LAPD ridin' 'round, tryna give him the penalty (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
Late at night, early mornings (Yeah)
Lord, keep me (Yeah) away from all informants
I lay back and count the cash for my enjoyment (My enjoyment)
Real C's to the Z's, no warnin'
Uh, ayy, real C's to the Z's, no warnin'
That's real C's to the Z's, we don't give 'em no warnin', nigga

[Verse 4: French Montana]
I'm independent, don't need cash for help
I'm a baller and my bitches on a whole 'nother level
Fifty-nine gold Patek, B. B. Simon the belt
Montana, FN tucked, rockstar, heavy metal (Bah, bah, bah)
Came and cashed out with the cards I was dealt
Hunnid mil' in cash, yeah, big cribs, I got several (Haan)
I got so geeked, I got lockjaw forever
Keep f*ck niggas out my business endeavors
The get-back, I know they got no date
f*ck them bitches and rotate and rotate
Withdrawals off the Perkies, they had my bones achin'
I know some killers got no date, no probation
In this life, you don't get no warnings
Last one sleep, first one up in the mornin'
Tell 'em bitches take a shot every time I see 'em yawnin'
If I take her to the spot, then you know she performin' (Haan)

[Outro: French Montana]
Coke Boys, SG, haan
Montana