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Kodak Black - Nothing To Me [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Perry
Max Perry
Songwriter
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Russell Pochop
Russell Pochop
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dyryk
Dyryk
Producer
Max Perry
Max Perry
Producer
RBP
RBP
Producer
Toree Symone Brown
Toree Symone Brown
Additional Engineer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This shit mean nothin' to me
I'm so heartless with this shit, you ain't take nothin' from 'em
Grabbed this AP when it slip and then they shot your cousin
I might stand up in the pussy, but I'ma fall in love
Bae, let's rise above
I've been dodgin' warrants
I be runnin' from the pigs, I feel like Martin Lawrence
I was a snotty nose little kid, I feel like Meech
I've been blowin' money quick, I feel like Veeze
I spent three hundred for this shit, you say I shot your mama
Why you lyin' me and shit 'cause I was in Bahamas?
Playin' poker, drinkin' Cris', and smokin' weed
I ain't never goin' to admit the shit I seen
I ain't never goin' to admit—
I spent forty on that bitch because she mean
I ain't no rat, I don't eat nothin' with no cheese
This a dirty Glock and these Amiri jeans
Even though I'm from the ugly bitch, I'm clean
I just talked to Gotti, he said he know my secrets
I be killin' shit and think he don't see it
I'm with the mafia, they know I'm on my demon
And I bet you always see me in your dreams
I'm born and raised Pompanoya, I'm on leave
I miss my blue Toyota, it got seized
Syko on the way, he pullin' up with keef
I say, "Don't even come if ya'll ain't got no trees"
I keep a tree branch, yeah, dirty sticks
Six shooters, I don't need a thirty-clip
Dead flowers, I like guns and roses
AK47's and whole lot motion
AK47's and whole lot of motion
Say, yeah
AK47's and whole lot of motion
AK47's and whole lot of motion, ****
I pay the studio session servin' feinds
Your bitch in here poppin' pussy, poppin' beans
Yet my **** fell out with me for no reason
And he know he fucked up in his ear
'Cause he already know how I be
Probably put that boy to sleep when I see him
Fuck the F-E-D-S, A-B-C's
I'm a little ****, but I'ma step that's on my Z's
Fuck the fame, I'm rockin' Prada with the Re's
I told my ****, "Just follow my lead"
I'ma run down on ****, bitch, freeze
I'm tryna tell ya, baby, I got what you need
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Derek Garcia, Max Field Perry, Russell Pochop
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