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Kodak Black - Slayed (feat. Boosie Badazz) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron David Lockhart, Jr.
Aaron David Lockhart, Jr.
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Torrence Hatch Jr.
Torrence Hatch Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dubba-AA
Dubba-AA
Producer

Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey (Hey)
Sniper Gang
Raw, raw, slay a ****
Double A flakes
You know I'm slinging caged
Sniper Gang
Raw, raw, kill a ****
This is the sound
My **** slayed a ****, I just came from hanging with him
I don't know what really happened, I think he home invade a ****
You'll never catch me out here clubbing unless they paid a ****
Why the fuck would I chase a bitch, when I don't even chase the liquor
Hell yeah they call me Kodak, but I ain't come to take no picture
So icy, make it blizard, and the lean I'm sippin' sizzurp
Lil' Wiz, they been kicking doors, I call that boy a wizard
Damn, I was textin' and drivin', I looked up, I wrecked the fender
Wally say, boy you better get her, so I blitzed her
No time to waste, therefore if I get her, I'ma hit her
My momma say, baby you a winner not a quitter
Well not today, 'cause momma soon I hit her, I'ma quit her
Cut the top with a scissor, turned my new car to a vert
I might need a new liver 'cause my body full of syrup
Kodak Black, but I'm smoking purp, thinkin' 'bout cheesy purp
Rest in peace, Wayne Head and Purp, them boys down to earth
She know I'm a beast in every angle, you can call me Kurt
Flipped her over by her ankles, locked in, and she called me Kurt
She know I be getting to the paper, I be putting in work
Up the road, playing with the papers, yeah I got that work
I'm on that greedy shit, that fiendin' shit
I need a piece
I'm on that wreckless shit, that selfish shit
I'm playing for keeps
Money hungry, I can't spell bitch, I gotta eat
I keep that heavy metal, just in case he tryna creep
I'm on that schemin' shit, you better give me everything
I'm on that demon shit, the devil know I keep that heat
You remind me of your bitch, I got you on your knees
Jeep Cherokee, I'm skiing with my dope boy wrist
Take his bag then smash, what uncle telling me
Dirty pistol, dirty mask, another felony
Rocks in my mouth, I spit 'em out when I was sellin' weed
Choppers was tryna take me out, at only seventeen
Nine Glock, body rock, this bitch hold seventeen (Oh seventeen)
Mouth wet, pussy hot, she just was seventeen (Too young for me)
Cocaine under my nails, working this triple beam (Triple beam)
No fingerprints on my shells, too sticky from the lean
I'm on that greedy shit, it's mine, I ain't gon' feed a bitch
You leaking quick, one shot, one kill, Desert Eagle shit
I really got it out the mud, this ain't no freebie shit (No freebie shit)
Guess how I got all my muscle?
From deleting shit
Hard on the pussy, no old lady, I just borrow pussy
These **** thugging for the gram, gon' record the pussy
Boy you remind me of your bitch, you a bitch
Your address supposed to be a **** ditch (Oh, shit)
Old pussy ass ****
I'm on that greedy shit, that fiendin' shit
I need a piece
I'm on that wreckless shit, that selfish shit
I'm playing for keeps
Money hungry, I can't spell bitch, I gotta eat
I keep that heavy metal just in case he tryna creep
I'm on that schemin' shit, you better give me everything
I'm on that demon shit, the devil know I keep that heat
You remind me of your bitch, I got you on your knees (Tied)
Jeep Cherokee, I'm skiing with my dope boy wrist (Louder)
Written by: Bill Kahan Kapri, Composer Author Unknown
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