Sniper Gang

Kodak Black – Harriet Tubman Lyrics

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[Intro]
Runaway lave
Like a runaway slave, ayy

[Verse 1]
Like a runaway slave
Better run or you get hung
I done walked ’way from some things
I’m a walk off with my son
I just walked off with my son
On top of that he won
I don’t talk I got a gun
If we fall off, bitch, we done
Can’t fall off, I got funds
I fall off then I’m done
Had to run away from my girl
She ran up out of trust
I done ran up out of love
I done ran up out of love
You said you had enough
So I went out to the club
Can’t drink ’cause I’m too young
But today I’m getting drunk
So motherfucking tired
Been runnin’ all my life
Oh, I’ve been runnin’ all my life
Runnin’ all my life
Harriet Tubman, I’ve been runnin’ all my life, ayy
I’m standin’ at the stretch line
Kunta Kinte, all my life, I had the fire
In the projects, all my life, I had to grind
Young nigga had to hustle to survive
Remember I was underground
Now everybody on my line
Put the hood on TV
Every day I’m on the rise
I done rescued all my niggas
You ain’t gotta slang that iron
They changed on a nigga
So I left they ass behind

[Chorus]
Feel like Harriet Tubman
I ain’t stop, I kept runnin’, they was actin’ funny
I said the money train coming, I feel like Harriet Tubman
I was posted on the Ugly, I was caught in tracks
Came back with some money

[Verse 2]
Tryna do me like I’m Emmett Till
Runnin’ like a fugitive
Jamestown, Virginia, slavery started and it’s still is
2019 when we free after 400 years
I done got heartless
Attitude, cognitive
Street took my conscience
Been so long I shed a tear
Blood, sweat in my vent
Everything in the vent
I’m a need bloodshed
Look at mama shed a tear
You don’t care ’bout how I feel
What it took to get right here
Aye, a lot of sacrifices here
Still I had to fight out here
Haitian revolutionary, but my lady France
Standin’ at the stretch line barefoot
I feel like Toussaint, I feel like [?]
I’m standin’ at the stretch line barefoot
They gave my dawg a long sentence, hit him with the textbook
Hit him with the textbook, he can’t even read
[?] never gonna sin [?]
The society corrupted we going through modernized slavery
Sell a black male to a plantation
Like a slave master sell a black male to a plantation
Bust a lick, right on Plantation
Double back, hit a lick right on Plantation
What happened to salvation?
Sniper Gang, I’m tryna build a foundation
And I’m runnin’ like I’m Harriet Tubman
I’m runnin’ like I’m Harriet Tubman
Yea, I’m runnin’ like I’m Harriet Tubman
I’m runnin’ like I’m Harriet Tubman
Runnin’ like I’m Harriet Tubman
Runnin’ like I’m Harriet Tubman
Runnin’ like I’m Harriet Tubman
Runnin’ like I’m Harriet Tubman
Runnin’ like I’m Jesse James
Like I’m tryna get away
Runnin’ like a runaway slave
I just want to runaway
Ain’t never ran before, so what’s gonna make me run today?
I just want to fly
I just want to fly away, I just want to fly
I just want to fly away-ay
I just want to fly
I just want to fly away-ay
I just want to fly

[Chorus]
Feel like Harriet Tubman
I ain’t stop, I kept runnin’, they was actin’ funny
I said the money train coming, I feel like Harriet Tubman
I was posted on the Ugly, I was caught in tracks
Came back with some money
Feel like Harriet Tubman
I ain’t stop, I kept runnin’, they was actin’ funny
I said the money train coming, I feel like Harriet Tubman
I was posted on the Ugly, I was caught in tracks
Came back with some money

Meek Mill – Stuck in My Ways Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I bury you niggas in money
And then make it rain at your funeral
You flexing a ten and the twenties
Can tell that this money shit new to you
You get my chain, I don’t want it back
You wear that shit while they viewing you
I’m in the field like a running back
Jumping out that Benz like a hula hoop
Call me the GOAT, but I’m in a Lam
I jumped out the Porsche, and got me some grams
Ran up a check, start popping them bands
These niggas upset, thank God for my fam
Lord forgive me for totin’ these semis
And puttin’ these bad bitches up in Fendi
I got a fetish for gettin’ this cheddar
Ain’t going out bad when I’m in the city

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fuckin’ amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

[Verse 2]
I don’t got time to be wasting my time
Too many bad bitches waiting in line
That pussy good, I’ma take her to shine
She lose a point, it’ll make her a nine
She know I got some paper, I ain’t gotta pay her
She just want me to pay her some mind
She want a fuckin’ chaser, I’ma fuck her later
But I really can’t make up my mind
I want some money and I want some pussy (Some pussy)
No lyin’ like Lucious or Cookie
I built a empire sellin’ that fire
I stayed on the block in a hoodie (Check check)
I turn my Glock onto fully (Fully)
I let it wop on a bully
I’m gettin’ top in the telly (Ha)
It sound like she moppin’ spaghetti

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

[Verse 3]
Ain’t no finessing (No)
Niggas they say it’s all love and it better be (Yuh)
Can’t get ahead of me (Whoa)
Whole ‘nother level, they ain’t on my pedigree
I got the recipe (Recipe)
I had to mix up the song with the melody (Mix it up)
Fuck is you tellin’ me? (Tellin’ me)
Shawty be choosing to keep her from messing me (Yeah)
Sniper Gang with me like Kodak
Really got money and you know that (Know that)
Better pay the tab if you owe that (Yeah)
If a nigga start layin’ where your ho at
I’m from the north side of Philly my niggas will really send shot where your bro at (Shot)
I heard them niggas that’s helpin’ your hood got depressed when you hear you can’t go back (Whoo)

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, they cuttin’ no slack (Get it man, get it man)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

Kodak Black – I Be On The Way Lyrics

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Aye I’m booted up out my mup
I’m on my way, I burned the clutch though
I got a lot to tell ya but right now I just wanna fuck though
I love you from the bottom of my heart but bae I’m cutthroat
That pussy good but tonight I wanna stick it in yo’ butt though
I say what I want when I wanna say it, I’m blunt baby
I mixed the KK with the cookie, stuffed it in my blunt
In the cell with a razor blade in my mat
I don’t shave but I hid the razor in my bunk
Pull up and I don’t honk
Hop out then I dump
My steering wheel on the right, it’s enough room in the trunk
I ain’t gon’ bump the horn or hit the horn when I pull up in yo’ front
Hit it on the porch or in the Porsche, kick it then I punt

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be your night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Beep, we in a pink Jeep Rubicon
Nothin’ cheap, free, rockin’ Gucci with the Louis Vuitton
Uh
And my son name King Khalid
Bag a nigga ass and do the dash, yeah, need for speed
Layin’ on yo’ ass, I’m in yo’ grass, you gon’ need to retreat
Sniper Gang, you think I’m playin’ all them games, you gon’ need retreat
I love you, we can’t get too deep
I skeet before I go to sleep
We can’t lay up in the sheets
Skeet, go back to the streets
Go back to the streets, you don’t belong to me
Yo’ heart in the streets, it don’t belong to me
Let yo’ soul bleed, pour it on the beat
Yo’ heart in the streets, ya soul belong to me

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

Kodak Black – Fall Thru

[Intro]
20-year-old Kodak Black, real name is Dieuson Octave was arrested last night after an incident at his Pembroke Pines-
Rapper Kodak Black locked-
On parole right now-
And is unclear at this hour what’s gonna happen with Kodak Black-

[Chorus]
You my girl, you my shorty
If I call on you, know you fallin’ through shortly
I wanna be down with you, baby, like you are me
I wanna be down with you, baby, like you owe me
Is you makin’ time for me, baby, like my Rollie?
I want you to ride for me, baby, like my woadies

[Verse 1]
And I goin’ lie, I can’t even focus
Lately I been stackin’ all this paper like it’s [?]
Sniper Gang ’till I die, nigga, I ain’t gonna forfeit
She just want for me to come and paint her like a portrait
She just want for me to put her up like she a trophy
Sellin’ white girl, sellin’ So, call it Sophie
Runnin’ game like it’s poetry
Young nigga chargin’ to the game like a mophie
She FaceTimein’ with a mean mug
Took her out a Punch Buggy, put her in a Beamer
My bitch name Tina but she bad like she Trina
I’m doin’ me, drinkin’ Tequila, smokin’ sativa
I make time cause you my baby
Just like I’m bustin’ out of AV
I make time cause you my baby
Feel like I’m bustin’ out of AV
Feel like I’m bustin’ out of AP
Keep me on hard
You make me go the hardest
Don’t matter I fall
Pull up when you call me
When I’m behind bars, I be facin’ charges
You the one I call, cause you keep it solid
You know I’m a catch you when you fallin’
Remember I used to have you in the projects
You gone fall through just like it’s August
So I’ma pick up when you call me
You the reason I ain’t go insane yet
You the reason I ain’t lose my brain yet
You the reason I don’t stay insane
I’m poppin’ out wit’ you to hide the pain
I’m poppin’ out wit’ you to hide the shame
I never need a pill for the pain
You gon’ fall through so I’ll a make sure that you flyer than a plane
You gon’ fall through so I make sure that you main squeeze
I had to make sure you my main thing
You gon’ fall through so I pick up when you ring me
Late nights in the Nolia
Flexin’ in a Jag, hittin’ licks in a ‘Yota
That’s the only reason that I had the ‘Yota
She was fuckin’ with me, I was with her way before her
When I was kicking doors and I was whippin’ up the soda
Whippin’ up the soda, you can call me Coca-Cola
She my soda
You my girl, you my shorty
If I call you know you fallin’ through shortly
You gonna pull up like the Marshalls
Sniper Gang land on a nigga with binoculars
Pullin’ up like on holiday we sittin’ with the chopper
Holiday season we gon’ ball like its Hanukkah
I’m married to this shit so sit back and get comfortable
Mama call me Bill cause we livin’ like the Huxtable
I just wanna be down, wanna be down like you owe me

[Outro]
Make time like you my Rollie
Is you gonna ride like my woadie

Kodak Black – Poetical G

[Intro]
Aye, it’s two thousand eighteen hundred
1800 block
Free Jackboy
Sniper Gang

[Chorus]
We do the same thing, but won’t do it the same
I pray to God that I ain’t losing my brain
Made a lot of music to forget all of my pain
I just wanted money, but it came with some fame
I get on the beat, and I just be wanting to sing
Even though I wanted to it’s never gone change
All the love I got for you is never gone change
Shit ain’t never, never, ever gone be the same
Shawty say she love me, so she tatted my name
So I ever leave her then I’m leavin’ a stain

[Verse]
Leavin’ ’em all, tryna hide the scars
I can’t hide my cardinality, my personality
I am who I are
I’m sitting in the dark
All I want to do is shine, they throwing shade on me
I turnt that money clean off of living dirty
Can’t leave the streets alone
It left a stain on me
I get on this beat like it’s my testimony
We do the same thing, but won’t do it the same
And everything they do it’s like they all changed
I got skeletons in my closet by my Balmain
That’s my shooter coming around here
That’s my dawg, man
I promise we gone all ball, man
Just bought a mansion, you just bought a damn chain
I’m about wacking, hope you about the same thing
I tried to forgive you but something wouldn’t let me
I think about my woe, I just popped a xanny
I’m still fed up, but I’m countin’ fetty
I tried to forgive you but something wouldn’t let me
I be going too hard I might break something
I get retarded, boy, I shake something

[Chorus]
We do the same thing but won’t do it the same
I pray to God I ain’t losing my brain
Made a lot of music to forget all of my pain
I just wanted money but it came with some fame
I get on the beat, and I just be wanting to sing
Even though I wanted to it’s never gone change
All the love I got for you is never gone change
Shit ain’t never, never gone be the same
Shawty say she love me, so she tatted my name
So I ever leave her then I’m leavin’ a stain

Kodak Black – Cut Throat

[Intro: Kodak Black]
I had to snatch my golds out you know what I’m saying and go diamonds
Shawty said I look like I got Plies teeth
Pussy ahh hoe every nigga in Florida got permanent golds

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I just want to win and see all my niggas win
My nigga lost his trial, asked God why he ain’t win
I’m sliding in a Fin-Fin with a FN
AC popping, windows crossed up behind tint
My eyes on the prize, interstate 95
Yellow brick road but my rims gold
Yellow brick road trynna make it home
Went 95
You know how it go, I ain’t flipping french fries
I got checkbooks, got that work but no 9-5
Drive through with that big mac on the passenger side
Big mac to your face, kill a nigga appetite
What’s the point of going to college just to serve apple pies

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I’m the best because I beat the best, David and Goliath
Before the show money, I was grinding in Fort Myers
5.95, kicking doors in Pembroke Pines
Finessing all my life, all I know is slang that iron
She said that I look like Plies, so I put diamonds in my mouth
These permanents, just like them tears in your mama eyes
When you die nigga, I hope she tired of crying nigga
I got 7 now, I remember I had 5 figures
Yea, that’s your main bitch I’m just a side nigga
I fucked that bitch bare than I prayed about it
I snucked that nigga bare than I prayed about it
Free Lil Soto, they accusing him for 3 bodies
I did my [?], I skeeted off and popped 3 mollies
A nigga just died last night
I’m on my way to Georgia on a flight
But fuck it, I ain’t taking off my Knights
I’m fucking I ain’t cutting off the lights
I’m cut throat but I ain’t running with a knife
Boy zone sight, Sniper Gang call me Wesley Snipes
Wedding band ring, married to the game throwing rice

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin

Kodak Black – My Klik Lyrics

[Intro]
Damn who make this beat, cuz I’m stealin’ it

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t handle my klick
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t handle my klick
You can spot one hundreds on [?]
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t handle my klick
You can spot my [?]
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch

[Verse 1: John Wicks]
Thinking when I ain’t had shit
They was always pickin’ on my kicks
Catch me in the mall with the shit
Comin’ from the Projects now I’m rich
Remember when I hadn’t hit a lick
Now I’m flashin’ on these niggas, take a pic
Look baby, I ain’t got no time for this
Shawty said she wanna have my chick

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
All this flavor, I be saucin’ on a bitch
All this flavor, I be droppin’ when I drip
Sniper gang, we mobbin’ in this shit
I’m leakin’ like the faucet on my wrist
That [?] put these diamonds on my necklace
You walkin’ while I pull up in the Tesla
I’ma take yo’ lady ‘cuz she special
I keep the pipe, ‘cuz I’ma bust it if there’s pressure

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t handle my klick
You can spot my [?]
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch

[Verse 3: Jack Boy]
Been goin’ hard, think I need to rest up
Been goin’ hard, [?]
Ran up that bread, fuck niggas can’t catch up
Run up you dead, we spray you from the neck up
Keep yo’ two cents, you broke, fuck yo’ lecture
Don’t want pressure, my snipers goin’ extra
Don’t you test us, like teachers we give lessons (Yeah, baby)
Cross ’em up, sniper goin’ [?]

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
Hey Jack Boy, this her first time ridin’ in a foreign car
Ay, but she just don’t know that it’s a stolen car
Switch the VIN number, now this shit [?]
I’m on house arrest, but I still be ridin’ around
And I can’t wait for her, I can’t be tied down
I put the lighter up, but I can’t put the fire down
Just bought a [?] on my wrist
Gang, [?] I got that whip
Gang, the industry they hit a lick on [?]
Gang, fuck the industry I’m in the streets for real
Man, I’d like to [?]
Niggas say they in the field takin’ pics

[Chorus]

Kodak Black – Patty Cake

Sniper Gang
Eh, I like this lil’ beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I’m sippin’ on Belaire
Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil’ picture
What this called? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

Yeah, that a way
I’m ’bout to grab the Wraith, I’m ’bout to grab the key
I’m ’bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin’ that today gon’ be a fantastic day
I’m gettin’ tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It’s either I win or you lose, ’cause I won’t accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I’m sippin’ on Belaire ’cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
I love my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin’ on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I’m ’bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit ’em with that drum, ayy

I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

My chain VVS
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin’ Power Ball
Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane
No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
I’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her meet my connect
I put her thick ass in the ‘Vette, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil’ Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the ‘jects

I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

KYLE – iSpy (Remix) (feat. Kodak Black)

[Verse 1: Kyle]
I ain’t been gettin’ high…
Well, maybe a little, baby, I don’t wanna lie
I know when you text me girl, I don’t always reply
Well, you’re not an angel either, you can’t even fly
I notice, you think that you know shit
All this shade that’s coming at me, I wonder who throws it
I got tunnel vision and these niggas out of focus
Superduper sniper gang, don’t get hit with the scope, kid, oh shit
Otay, pray them niggas go away
Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil
This went hella platinum, nigga it was just a throwaway
My album so cold when it drop, it’s gonna be a motherfucking snow day
Aye, boy is good and he knows it, he don’t say it, he shows it
I’m just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in
I am in Cali just coastin’, get ’em so wet they need coasters
I got a selfie with Oprah, but I still ain’t gonna post it
And I’m in my happy place posted, I ain’t frown since ’06
I ain’t cried since ’01, they freed Lil Kodak, the kids back let’s throw somethin
You can come back to mine though, your friend ain’t cute, but it’s fine though
We gon’ end on a high note

[Chorus: Kyle]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I…I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

[Refrain: Kyle (Kodak)]
Oh, I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh, I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh, I… (Oooooeeeeeee yeah)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I could spot you from a hundred miles away, oh
I can see you through my Jim Maui shades, aye
When I pull up, I’m in a black Audi a8, aye
Leave your man ‘cause he ain’t nothin’ like me, babe
I’ve been trying to get my blower ‘cause I ain’t never wanting to be linking up
I don’t ever wanna be doing features
I stay far away from these people
Said she love me, but I don’t believe her
Yeah I want you, but I don’t need ya
Even when I ain’t lookin’, I see ya
You can’t even see me, but I see ya
I’m just chilling, smokin’ reefer
Dropping codeine in a liter
I’ve got more stripes than a Zebra
I’m a Gemini, she’s a Libra
Pulling stunts like Evil Kenevile
Once I freak her, I’m gonna delete her
I was just talking to Auntie Rita
Told her “stay out here ‘cause we need ya” aye aye
I ain’t stalking, but I see ya over there, yeah
Yeah I’m watching ’cause this Sniper Gang for real, yeah
Hit the Dentist, and I’ll put diamonds in my grill, yeah
Don’t think I’m soft girl, I’m just showing you how I feel
Aye, yeah yeah yeah, pulled up on a pill
Aye, yeah yeah yeah, can see ya from over here
Aye, yeah baby girl I can see you in a lift
See you riding in a spliff
I put VV’s in your ear, aye

[Chorus: Kyle]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I… I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

[Refrain: Kyle]
Oh, I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh, I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh, I…

Plies – Real Hitta (feat. Kodak Black)

[Intro: Plies & Kodak Black]
Yea
Baby I’m a certified smacker
Plies, Kodak
I’m a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean?
Yea, yea
I know yeen never been with no real hitta
No real nigga
I’m talm bout like, a nigga dat really got a sack though
I’m talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner
Yea, dat way

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
(I wanna know)
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby

[Verse 1: Plies]
I done came back from pissin’ inside the Trump Hotel
‘Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell
Name saved up under Febreze cause she ain’t got no smell
I can hit it from the back, ain’t got to hold my breath
All these hundreds on me got me startin’ to look like a scammer
All that ass she got back there startin’ to look like a pamper
Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I’m Santa
Plug name Julio but he don’t play for Atlanta
The only millionare you know that wear Dope Boy Ree’s
You ain’t never fucked a nigga that had this much cheese
I’m just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye
Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
(I wanna know)
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Baby you know I’m out here in these streets, I gotta get it
If I ain’t on the corner, I’m in the ‘yo, bae I be busy
But you gotta pray for me cause these niggas be hatin’ in my city
And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin’ you be with me
I’ma get in that lil pussy like I’m just gettin’ outta prison
And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn’t
I’m Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy
And ain’t nothin’ changed because I motherfuckin’ made it
I’m a real hitta, I’m a real nigga, ima treat you like a lady
I’m a real hitta, so every pistol I got it ain’t on safety
And if I ain’t call ya back then bae I’m gettin’ to that money
But ima come through, and ima fuck ya like the police lookin’ for me

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
(I wanna know)
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby

[Verse 3: Plies]
I get ya hair done so much they start to think you a beautician
These lil’ niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss me
Ya last man bought you Bebe but I’ll buy you Givenchy
Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili’s
Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo
Sex game undefeated, think I’m 100-0
I don’t go nowhere for free, if you got a check I’ll go
Ya last man he was petty, tell him I said so
I be hustlin’ so hard I lose track of the days
That lil pussy was so sorry, I call it minimum wage
‘Fore you leave this earth baby you better getchu a hitta
Talkin’ one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa
Yea, I just wanna know…

[Outro: Kodak Black]
Have you ever made love to a real hitta

Kodak Black – Coolin And Booted (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Glee
Sniper Gang
Glee

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

[Verse 1]
I’m zooted in the Phantom so I’m cruisin’
On the way to your lil’ lady, I might fuck her in the booty
Dropped the Cutlass out the sewer
Rockin’ Gucci, this ain’t Coogi
Nigga better stop goin’ to suzy
Nigga, go get you a Cuban link
Pull up, make them bitches faint
I’m doin’ what you niggas can’t
I’ll wet a nigga up, no paint
All of my niggas I’m with don’t think
Youngest nigga in the game
I’m fourteen when I caught a case
I was fifteen with a thirty-eight
I was sixteen, went to Larry James
I’m coolin’ but the block on fire
Scoop the twenty out the pot
None of my niggas ain’t went to college
All of my niggas they out the projects
Drop the money, catch the body
Jimmy Neutron with the rocket
Fuck with me, you know I got it
I do it and won’t talk about it

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

[Verse 2]
Run up if you stupid, come on
Clutchin’ on that wooly, come on
I’m burnin’ in the lootin’ (ayy)
I’m fleein’ in the lootin’
Polo let me hold the Uzi
I just rented me a vert
I be playin’ with that work
Remember playin’ in the dirt
Call me Dora, it’s in my backpack
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat
I’m gon’ always keep a clapback
I’m gon’ always keep a gat
Give me head, I call it a snapback
I just drove up in a hatchback
Got them pounds, ain’t talkin’ hashtags
Boy, I’m workin’ with that sack
Your old lady say you fool
I just ran off with your boo
Told me everythin’ you say
She told me everythin’ you do
Ayy, I’m playin’ with that wool
I’m playin’ with that tool
You fuckin’ with my zoes
Like you playin’ in a zoo, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

Kodak Black – Up In Here (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
I like drowning
Hell yeah, I like drowning
Mm-hmm
I like swimmin’ in that lil’ ocean
Mm-hmm
Real shit
You too
Glee
You act like you gon’ drown me

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

[Verse 1]
I make that pussy feelin’ like it’s mac n’ cheese
Like Dwyane Wade, I be packin’ heat
Got a toy with a whole thirty clip in in it
I fuck with Reckless, that my nigga ’cause he authentic
Got lil Rex on the beat and I am not friendly
I get stupid on a nigga, like I’m autistic
Ain’t do the show without my tooly, I ain’t finna do it
Every time you see me out, I be fuckin’ booted
I wanna shoot that nigga, his plug told me not to do it
Haitian boy [?] I ain’t fuckin’ Rudy
My lil’ homie, he a fool, he quick to go to shootin’
I say the Draco got a drum, you think I’m makin’ music

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

[Verse 2]
Ayy-Bay-Bay, captain jumpin’ out the Wraith
With the K, like I ain’t got nothin’ goin’
Like I ain’t got a fan base, like I don’t be performin’
Like I ain’t got a lot of fans, I count on these tourin’
They don’t let me bring my wooly in the venue
If I can’t fight you, home boy then I’m hittin’ you
Baby girl, that pussy wetter than chicken noodle soup
Baby girl, that pussy sound like ramen noodle soup
That pussy soundin’ like we’re stirrin’ up some gumbo
All my niggas Sniper Gang, they go retund-to
Got too much felonies, I can’t never go to Toronto
I fuck with PeeWee, fuck with Yoshi, fuck with Monto

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolen ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t post up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, they act like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sold no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

Kodak Black – Patty Cake (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Sniper Gang
Yeah, I like this lil’ beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I’m sippin’ on Belaire
Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil’ picture
What this called? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that a way
I’m ’bout to grab the Wraith, I’m ’bout to grab the key
I’m ’bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin’ that today gon’ be a fantastic day
I’m gettin’ tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It’s either I win or you lose, ’cause I won’t accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I’m sippin’ on Belaire ’cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin’ on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I’m ’bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 2]
My chain VVS
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin’ Power Ball
Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane’s
No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
I’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil’ Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the ‘jects

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

Kodak Black – Why They Call You Kodak (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Alright, the name Kodak Black! How’d you get the name Kodak Black? How’d you get the name Kodak Black?
I mean, it’s a lotta ways I could explain it. You know what I’m sayin’?
Brrr, glee, Sniper Gang, ayy
I say, "Man, you gotta let me in the club with my Ruger, man, you got to"

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga

[Verse 1]
I’m on probation, but I’m sly and not even ‘posed to be out
But I’m lurkin’, tryna come see what your press about
See, when it’s ’bout me, I’ma slide, run in yo’ house
See, when it’s ’bout me, niggas die, ’cause I’m in my prime
I ain’t got no time to do no beefin’, like I’m a vegan
See when it’s pressure, I ain’t sleepin’, I ain’t doin’ no tweetin’
And I’ll violate to get a pussy nigga straight
And when I pull up, when I’m bussin’, that shit out the gate
And I don’t leave no shells around with my thirty-eight
And I ain’t wearin’ a suit, but I’ll catch me another case
I ain’t no engineer, but I got that toolie on me bih
And when I’m in the club, I got that Ruger on me bih

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga

[Verse 2]
I shoot a pussy nigga like I’m doin’ a film
I don’t lay up, I cross up like I’m in the gym
I got my shooters with me posted with me under the rim
I got my sniper on the bleacher, you don’t even see him
I got a Beamer, but I’m slidin’ late night in the kill
And I ain’t playin’ football, but I’m really in the field
And Lil’ Kodak, I be flashin’, I’m scared of snappin’
And I ain’t doin’ a show if I can’t come in with my ratchet
A nigga ever snap my chain, I’ma stop rappin’
These niggas don’t really be ’bout the issue, they just be cappin’
I ain’t no engineer, but I got that toolie on me bih
And when I’m in the club, I got that Ruger on me bih

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga

[Outro]
I mean, it’s a lotta ways I could, I could explain it. You know what I’m sayin’? I be livin’ for the moment. Yeah, I could explain it that way. That’s some fly shit. I think. I ain’t no cameraman though, but I’ll shoot a nigga. I just thought of that, really. People be asking

Kodak Black – Conscience Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Blee
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
I don’t gang-bang but I bang bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main

[Verse 2: Future]
Brown liquor made my dawg insane
Booted up a geek, it’s the same thang
Fish scale or molly, it’s the same name
Murder by the stains, we stain your claim
The big Patek face cost ten chains
Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
Real talk, 150 when it’s plain Jane
Drop the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight
I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel
I kick lil’ dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
I bought that bitch a wig ’cause she ain’t got no hair
I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber ’cause she ain’t got no whip
Thirty golds in my mouth like I’m Stephen Curry
Thirty clip in my Glock ’cause I’m a damn Warrior

[Verse 4: Future]
Streets left me scarred, ain’t no worries
Rack my money up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James Harden
Money make you greedy when you starving
Monisha, Tamica, they vouching
Before I had anything, I was saucing
Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing
All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them

[Verse 5: Kodak Black]
She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her
Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author
I’m credit card swipin’ at the Chase Bank (ey)
Me and Future gang gang, same thang
I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
I remember hittin’ houses, nigga, cash 4 gold
These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul

[Verse 6: Future]
These streets took all my soul from me
Tried to leave me in the cold
These streets took my conscience from me
Now tough love is all I show
I know my niggas got love for me
And they filling up they nose
I know my Levi got love for me
She just want everybody to know

[Verse 7: Kodak Black]
I know my niggas, they be missin’ me
So I be posted on the straw
I don’t even care about how much cash I see
I’m always gon’ be in the know
I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
I bought a brand new K, I can’t wait to let it spray
I’m sorry mom to bring you through so much pain
I said I’m sorry mom, I ain’t mean for it to be this way
Ayy fuck it, bitch, I’m here, I got diamond rings
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m gettin’ paid

[Outro: Kodak Black]
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid

Kodak Black – Patty Cake Lyrics

[Intro]
Sniper Gang
Yeah, I like this lil’ beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I’m sippin’ on Belaire
Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil’ picture
What this car? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that a way
I’m ’bout to grab the Wraith, I’m ’bout to grab the key
I’m ’bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin’ that today gon’ have a fantastic day
I’m gettin’ tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It’s either I win or you lose, ’cause I won’t accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I’m sippin’ on Belaire ’cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin’ on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I’m ’bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 2]
My chain VVS
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin’ Power Ball
Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on [?]
No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
I’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil’ Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the ‘jects

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never Lyrics

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolo ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t pull up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sell no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger