KODAK BLACK lyrics

[Intro]
What? Yeah

[Chorus]
Young n*gga, hopped in my bag and it's filled up with skrilla, I feel like I'm Kodak, yeah
b*tch, 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' b*tch, and you know that, yeah

[Verse 1]
I told her, "Buy dope, we got whole lot of meds, it's green, lil' b*tch, and you know that, yeah"
I'm in New York with your b*tch and we tweakin' together, no Rula Santana
And I got my blammer, I don't wanna talk like I'm antisocial, no BabySantana
b*tch, 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 sh*t like I'm David, no Banner
She suckin' that di*k with no hands, there's no manners (Ooh)
Shorty a treesh, she don't get no respect
Too many racks, finna f*ck up a check
Free Thugger Thugger, that's YSL vest
Smokin' zaza, I keep burnin' my chest
Why the f*ck would I just chip on your lil' bitty b*tch? If she want me, that b*tch gettin' wrecked
I'm in the back of the VIP with a TEC
I'm in the VIP, b*tch, with a whole lot of hundreds
Said she wanna f*ck for the summer
This b*tch 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 b*tch 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?
b*tch, 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— Huh
I been rockin' Rick since 2018
n*ggas 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?
n*ggas don't really be gang, they green bean
[Chorus]
Young n*gga, 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' b*tch, 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' b*tch, and you know that, yeah

[Verse 2]
Huh, 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' sh*t that you can't
f*ckin' on a ho you can't 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 (Woah, woah, yeah)
Huh, 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 sh*t on pay-per-view, huh
n*ggas be cryin' like clearly this sh*t 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 an Addison Rae
I know I be on my rockstar sh*t, but shorty, I still could take you to the treys
Or the fours, four, four, four (What? Yeah)

[Chorus]
Young n*gga, hopped in my bag and it's filled up with skrilla, I feel like I'm Kodak, yeah
b*tch, 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' b*tch, and you know that, yeah