Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C-Clip Beatz
C-Clip Beatz
Producer
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Came up, I was down, got it up around
They was up, I was low, got it off the floor
Paper chase, roll running, you ain't on a route
Turnt up, like my music, I be smoking loud
Black ****, on that white bitch, milk her like a cow
Cash, though, they ain't like me, but they love me now
Pull up to the floor, you ain't even know
Ink go fire, different Jags in a row
Pay me back before, diss me like a hoe
That **** pay me for a show and I don't even show
[Verse 2]
I slid by, I ain't flex, I just bring it through
Swear to God, if you flex, I'ma punish you
25% on the tint, all around the coat
Yeah, I'm from the No-ya, off that ugly corner avenue
Ain't gotta tell my shooter, he gonna shoot
Kodak got them snipers on the roof
Whipping with the magic stick, then I poof
Project baby, what you like, the port swimming pool
Been ready, you ain't ready, ****, get ready
Time is money, better have that money, I won't ever say it again
Man, you ****'s sweet, ****, diabetics
Living legend, here to snatch your necklace
I'm at the studio fuck a class session
So sorry, Mama, I will never learn my lesson
[Verse 3]
I need a calculator just to count my blessings
Finesse and flexing, flyer than a jet fin
Young and reckless, Rutgers hit you in your neck man
And I won't regret it, switched up, I got a different wardrobe
Designer, custom Louis V torso
I'ma call a ****, wipe me down
Got it from the bottom, now I fly around
[Verse 4]
Bitch, I'm out here, had to get it in
Told her go first, I'm a gentleman
Bitch go so live, she be listening
Ain't no time to fuck these hoes, I'm a minute man
K, I'm a project baby, I can't go commercial
'Cause I just hit the plug, he stay on commercial
Square, not my round, you not my circle
Money got me walking like I'm Steve Urk
Jump right through your window like a Ninja Turtle
They want my autograph, but I can't write in cursive
They hollering murder, go, I kill the beat
I kill the beat
Yeah, Kodak, he gonna kill the beat
Do-do-do-do-do-do, I kill the beat
Rest in peace
Written by: Marc Lensing
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