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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WizDaWizard
WizDaWizard
Rap
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
Cédric Leutwyler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kiara Moreno
Kiara Moreno
Additional Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
WYLO
WYLO
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ****
Free that Yoda gang, you know that
Trust
[Verse 1]
Look, aye, I was real on the block with a pistol
Young **** fourteen shootin' missiles
Yellow tape, white chalk, get yo' issue
Yellow tape, white chalk, doing bad
Pants down, pussy would not sag
He was fat when he got shot, he turned skinny
Drake ate up his face, and the shit smell shitty
[Verse 2]
I put a **** in his shit back, he shitted
Yeah, that's facts
Smokin' opp pack, this shit thrax
I'ma plead the 5th, I shot by Sak's
Slidin' with no tint, tryna catch
Young **** in the tent, in the Jag
I had went to runnin', I got back
I promise they ain't fuckin' wit' Lil' Yak
[Verse 3]
Promise they ain't fuckin' with my clique
Beat a **** block with a stick, Yak say, "Get ya, it's a blitz"
Headshot-, it's a hit
[Verse 4]
Wiz, you know how I'm zoolin'
AR-15 with the coolant
****, what it is, what we doin'?
How you finna play it? Let's get movin'
[Verse 5]
Beat a **** block all night
If we see the ****, it's on sight
Write that boy a letter, send that boy a kite
Get up on them toes, take a **** life
I'ma catch a body, **** you gon' die
I know that you scared, I can see your eyes
[Verse 6]
PCP with the spice
I'm a big ole Z, I'm a snipe
I don't petty beef, it's for life
I don't petty beef, I'm tryna kill
Take the track advice off the rental
Backseat rider, not the middle
I'm the one who sent it, how you feeling?
I'm the one who did it to that ****
Bounce out, ****, hydraulics
I got bitches lined up in the lobby
I ain't trey way, I keep it shotty
I ain't came to play, I want your body
[Verse 7]
I ain't came to play, I want your soul
Your dawg got shot, the **** told
We were bending back to back in the Focus
Bending back to back and some motion
His opps smoking on this ****' potent
Heard you got me dizzy, got me floatin'
**** can't block us, too much motion
I'm tryna kill that **** and get some more bands
[Verse 8]
Bruh jacking shit with no lotion
Infrared bean, but it's green
I'ma make a scene on the scene
They don't call me Kodak for no reason
Shoot a ****, lights, camera, action
Monkey suit on me, I got fashion
Monkey suit swingin' wit' the tree branch
I don't crip walk, I do my Z dance
[Verse 9]
Bend with a stick 'fore I bend with a Glock
I'ma hit your block with a big ass chop
Eat a **** face on-site, playing with my top
You ain't heard about me, known to get the city high
Hit a scene, no ski, letting off fifty shots
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Cédric Leutwyler, NICHOLAS MATTHEW GIBSON, Wisdom Williams
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