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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Rap
Taylor So Made
Taylor So Made
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Prieur
Ryan Prieur
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Taylor Young
Taylor Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Cameron Wayne Amedeo
Cameron Wayne Amedeo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ryan Prieur
Ryan Prieur
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Killshot
Killshot
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I gotta quit smoking Molly, keep sending me to the twilight
Told my lil' ****, "Pay attention what happen when you don't pay homage"
I've been collecting bodies since a lil' shawty
Can't even count it, I done forgot shit I did till I'm reminded
I was spending bands before it was a trend, I'm from the projects
Now this shit got famous, everybody wanna be gangster
Need something for a upset stomach, bae, come drink this Quagen
All I need is lean, I don't really care for weed
Remember when I thought Flip'll flip the ****, but it was me
I ain't never care for credit, I don't care if they think my dawg did it
I already know what happen, so I'm watch ready, I'm star status
If I don't blow up rappin', I'ma blow up trapping and car jacking
I pull up ghetto fabulous at Paris fashion week
And that's when you make it happen, just don't attach it to me
In Milan, I'm rocking a grey mink, meanwhile, a **** back in the states sleep
I'm a solid ****, I just play sweet, yeah, I'm really a wolf but I play sheep
I bet 5 homie don't wanna face me, up fire on every **** that play with me
I come beat down your block, ****, Tay Keith, I don't do make up, but she getting her face beat
I'm sipping sizzurp out the sippy cup, want a picture, come get you one
They call me Kodak 'cause I be snapping and capturing spirits up
I'm in the club, Glizzy tucked, this is what the Amiri's for
I ain't drop no hit, you ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, jit, you ain't worth 50 bucks
And this **** better not be no fake Z, I'ma treat dog like he got rabies
Pull your pants up, I don't wanna fuck, baby, I'm cutthroat, ****, ask K.T.
[Verse 2]
You just start getting money, PPP, step in, I ain't no EBT
I left to the bank like Keke-ke, been in the streets since DVD
KTB, I'm a cutthroat Barbie, SG, I rock expensive garments
If you was gonna call like this, should've warned me
When I'm in London, they treat me like Lauren
I went buss down, not two tone, whatever he did, he ain't do wrong
Fighting a case with drug money, my sis got conditional love for me
Handle business and personal separately, Casper, they wasn't there for me
My dawg still getting it in through the C.O.
My twin caught a case, he report to his P.O.
Looking like money, it gotta be Tay, I let you fuck me, you gotta be bae
I ain't your average street ho, I'm a young OG, free Rio
Written by: Bill K. Kapri, Ryan Prieur, Taylor Young
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