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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricardo Toussaint
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Bill Kahan Kapri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Ulrich
Engineer
Drew Drucker
Engineer
Jamie Peters
Engineer
Tyler Unland
Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Rippa on the Beat
Producer
Youngin' Chriso
Producer
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Rippa on the beat, bitch!)
[Verse 2]
Fresh out of jail, but don't think I'm scared to go back motherfucker
I still will hit a **** with that glizzy, if rap don't pop
I'm back to stealin' identity, I'm back to credit card theft
Back to credit card fraud
Fresh out of jail and Atlantic Records dropped that bag on me
Yeah, them crackers just dropped that bag on me again
(Let me hear it!)
[Verse 3]
Fresh out of jail I made another milly
And, bitch don't think I changed, 'cause I didn't
I still'll hit a **** with that glizzy
If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealing identities
Credit card fraud, I'm in it Infinity
I just took my brother's charge like I am not rich
I took my brother's charge like I ain't got shit
I guess he ain't step up for me 'cause he ain't got it in him
[Verse 4]
I'm walkin' 'round with 50,000 in my denim
And I don't trust nobody, I'm drinkin' snake venom
And I don't like you ****, man I'm just sayin'
I don't really like you bitches, I be just playin'
[Verse 5]
Before I trapped up out the porch, I already then
Let's see if I could shoot the pistol with my left hand
Type of **** hit the party with my F&N
Type of **** fuckin' shawty and her best friend
I be gettin' to the loot, I be gettin' it in
Free my **** eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
Road Runner, gettin' money, I be pullin' scams
'Redrum,' head huntin,' **** what you sayin?'
[Verse 6]
If you fuck with me, then why you got me doin' time?
If you fuck with me, then why you got me slingin' iron?
All these bitches on my dick, but they can't even ride
Got my mama out the bricks, she ain't gotta cry
Aye, don't be fuckin' with my click if you ain't tryna die
All my zoe dem called me 'slime,' you was not my kind
I be steppin' on these ****, I don't rest up
I put my foot down on that bitch, she be like "Yes sir"
Free my **** J Green, took one for the team
Hit the bank, I want no dubs, don't even
Kodak Black, I'm in full color, color green
Hit the slap, go and run it up, you know what I mean
[Verse 7]
You know what I mean, you know what I'm sayin'
Free my **** eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
You know what I mean, you know what I'm sayin'
Free my **** eatin' soup 'cause they in the can
[Verse 8]
Fresh out of jail I made another milly
And, bitch don't think I changed, 'cause I didn't
I still'll hit a **** with that glizzy
If rap don't pop, I'm back to stealing identities
Credit card fraud, I'm in it Infinity
Yuh, I just called Chief, he said "That's not it"
You keep tweetin' 'bout a ****, get your block hit
I guess he ain't fuckin' with me 'cause I ain't fuckin' with him
Written by: Kodak Black, Ricardo Toussaint