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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Fred Lafleur
Fred Lafleur
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Bill Kapri
Bill Kapri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Julian Murno
Julian Murno
Guitar Technician

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I went to sleep today thinking about my **** Flipper
I was in the streets all day, try not to remember
I'm heavy contemplating, I don't know if I should send the hitter
Somebody tell 'em stop playing with me 'fore I kill him
Yo pale mwen mal, yo pale nou mal
They be forgetting to tell you how I went and got it
I'm on a whole 'nother wave, ain't promoting violence
I really be slipping everyday, but it ain't no robbing
I just got her some braces, now she want a new body
I would've picked it up the same way too if you dropped it
I be sharing thе same pain with all the lifers
Tonight, I'm pulling out thе champagne for all the lifers
My brother, Wicks, said every gun he had silencers
I know you **** be hearing me screaming, "Snipe him"
[Verse 2]
Mwen pa ka viv san ou, mwen paka viv
Mwen sonje'w anpil, m sonje'w anpil
I sent the record label they contract back to 'em
I told 'em send the shit back with a few more on it
I don't want no girlfriend, baby, I want me a woman
Even though I got her now, I'ma still treat her like I want her
Sitting in a cell **** scared they might catch corona
Like how the hell I'ma cry, if I ain't got a shoulder?
Mwen pote'w monte, m'pote'w monte
[Verse 3]
Yeah, se lavi
M'ap pledemache nan ale prizon
M'ap priye Bondye m pa vin anko
Shit was terrible for me, I ain't have a penny
I don't care how fine she is, I'ma need her to go see the clinic
I put it out like I'm crazy, but I was playing
I heard everything that everybody was sending
I went to sleep today thinking about my **** Flipper
I think my momma house need to be a little more bigger
I can hold my own dick, dog, 'cause I'm a man
Say, take these shackles up off me so I can dance
Tande, ke m panse ou pa renmen m vre
Gen on bagay m'ap fe la, se brase, m'ap brase la
Written by: Dieuson Octave
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