Kodak Black – 201519971800


Oh, that’s Kodak Black, I’ve been hearing bout’
But, I be treating you a little sweet
Or any other women that I had
I’ve been busy, I’ve been doing me
Show you why I act the way I act
See you eating now they want a piece
[Verse 3]
Can I come and get you in a Jag?
I can put a nigga on his feet
When you see me, what you really see?
Show this girl another side of me
He told me he ain’t trying to take the plea
Can I, baby? Can I, baby?
Then, hit it in the backseat of the Jag

‘Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the fuck you want to be
He the hottest nigga in the streets
Cook something, you don’t even eat
They can’t wait to get back on the streets

Everybody got they fucking hand out
I hope you ain’t nothing like my old friends
Just in case you niggas try and creep
[Verse 1]
I can’t even party on the week
Run up on a nigga, where the bread at?
I just talked to Jackboy on collect phone
Everybody wanna be your friend now

Can I take you where I learned the game from?
[Verse 2]

Got my shooter playing hide and seek
You love it when I hit it on the beach
[Chorus]
I caught the Audi, then I ran the check up
[Outro]
[Chorus]

Or any other niggas from the past

When you grow up, what you wanna be?

‘Fore I turn the lights out, tell me who the fuck you want to be
I’ve been working hard, ain’t got no spare time
Can I, baby? Can I, baby?
On the ground, young ten toes down
I’m just so excited that I’m free
If you love me, love a nigga deep
For my niggas, I’ll swim across the sea
I know I’m better than your ex-boyfriend
Running to the motherfucking cash
Why they just can’t let a nigga be?
Lately, I’ve been working over 3
Lately, I’ve been on a fucking marathon
I think we’ve been getting along real fine
Better watch the company you keep
I’m just trying to see where your head at
Can a young brother get some sleep?
Baby girl, I know you like my swag
I just wanna see all of my niggas home
I’m liking how you make a brother laugh
Have you thinking I’ve been with the Zoe pound
I’m so close to showing her my real side
And, I ain’t even been out here a week
Put you in a condo on the beach
Mama, I’m just trying to make a mil’ for you
Me and all my niggas come in deep
Mama told me, "Son, I never hear from you"
[Intro]

Sometimes, it be feeling like a dream
I be going ham for the cheese
To everybody else, I was a sour guy