Kodak sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
That n*gga B on the beat, she gon' show her friend (Come on)

[Verse]
n*gga, I be on the game, Madden 25
He was tryna pop a perc 30, then that n*gga died
I could teach you how to make a thousand 'bout a hundred times
Baby, put yo hands where I can see, I feel like Busta Rhymes
I just a dropped a line inside this Fanta, got my stomach hurtin'
Funkin' with the family got me trippin' with my favorite cousin
This b*tch got a big ass booty, but she kinda ugly
Bckdoe do not give a f*ck, let me touch yo monkey
Droppin' ashes on my purple jeans, but I just wipe it off
Pulled up with 4 bad b*tches, sum like a boss
Cartier watch, big ring that I ain't еven bought
b*tch caught me cheating with hеr sister, I ain't even caught
Drop this b*tch off on the blade, b*tch you gotta walk
b*tch you better put it in my name, I ain't gotta talk
She be doin' tricks, getting cheese, like she Tony Hawk
b*tch you gotta give it all to me, or you gon' throw me off
f*ck around with Shaq Cash Hills, b*tch I'm in the stu
Why you n*ggas rappin' 'bout that sh*t that you ain't even do?
Bump it out, you remember me, but Ion remember you
Up, blick, shoot him in his face, gave that n*gga 2
Boy, you dripped down in moissanite, this a different diamond
Pulled up, bussdown rollie, on a different timing
200 pound fat b*tch, defensive lineman
I'ma dissappear, cut the light, you can't even find me
Snuck a deuce on the airplane, finna pour that sh*t
b*tch talking bout she know doe, Ion know that b*tch
20 sum bands in one night, finna blow that sh*t
n*ggas know doe, doin' black, on some Kodak sh*t