(Makers) Say Gunna Wunna (Run that back, Turbo) I'm gonna wanna fuck her too Shit'll catch up on a AR, how you did that? Track Hawk lift up when you take off, how you did that? You put switches all on your blickies, how you did that? Your LV bag turned to a Learjet, how you did that? I seen that duck turn to that Louis, how you did that? That look like a brand new booty, how you did that? You got fake stones in a real watch, how you did that? You hid some skeletons in yo' closet, why you did that? How you yelling Slatt? (Slatt) How I kill a cat? (Yeah) Hop in and run in a two-tone Maybach, pillows in the back (Let's go) Too many vibes, and it's fully AK, someone gon' get whacked (Shh) How you go get more weed? You still owe me, how you gon' do that? Snatch a Ruger bag, give a nigga Yak attack I get my shooter whacked, you eatin' cheese then that's the rat "It ain't nighttime but your chain glow, how you do that shit?" Me and Gunna fuck the same ho, how you knew that bih? (How you do that shit?) Shit'll catch up on a AR, how you did that? Track Hawk lift up when you take off, how you did that? (Skrrt) You put switches all on your blickies, how you did that? Your LV bag turned to a Learjet, how you did that? I seen that duck turn to that Louis, how you did that? That look like a brand new booty, how you did that? You got fake stones in a real watch, how you did that? You hid some skeletons in yo' closet, why you did that? They hit your man, you ain't get no shaming, how you live with that? She fucked the whole hood, how you lay and have a kid with that? Margiela gold toes match the Hublot, yeah, I did that Kick more shit than judo, and she like how I did that How you get that shit? You got a magnet on your hoes Matte black Maybach, sick bitch, I'm too rich, it got me rude (Uh) Pop my shit like plumber, me and Gunna's diamonds flush (Uh) I'm gon' ball all summer, just off grindin' for a month (Ayy) Pull up, hop out, dunk Shit'll catch up on a AR, how you did that? (How you did that?) Track Hawk lift up when you take off, how you did that? (Skrrt) You put switches all on your blickies, how you did that? Your LV bag turned to a Learjet, how you did that? I seen that duck turn to that Louis, how you did that? That look like a brand new booty, how you did that? You got fake stones in a real watch, how you did that? You hid some skeletons in yo' closet, why you did that?

Got dogs on the chains don't let em get loose Sippin rich man juice thats a fo and a deuce All my cars ain't got no roof And I plead not guilty they ain't got no proof Look in my closet I ain't got no suits Two thousand dollar shirt, four thousand dollar boots Broke ass nigga ain't got no clue I'm so rich I could buy yo troops Gucci going broke? You a god damn fool Bitch so bad I'mma put her through school These rap niggas dont move like me When I move hundred y'all niggas gone move You can run up but what it gon' prove? Gucci Mane put you on the god damn news Whole lotta ice and buncha tattoos If ya choose me baby than ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh) Gotta bitch so bad, look ya give her note pad Write it down on the book cause the bitch so bad Front seat of the jag and her boyfriend mad Sliding down South Beach with the Georgia tag Swag so bad she'll ignore yo ass Bossed up bitch employ yo ass Red bottom heels and they match her bag And she ridin' round the city just droppin' off swag Real fat ass, do you got a man? I gotta ask I gotta ask Hunned yard dash for the cash I threw And my car so fast I'll lose yo ass Ho so bad that she got you blinded Kill her with kindness ya buyin her diamonds Oh my I like the way you bend Bitch so fine I'mma move her in Hold up stop man damn I'm trippin' Last thing I need to do is move that bitch in Game work good, and real soon What can I say baby I'mma tycoon Gucci Mane I ain't finna jump no broom But tell ya girlfriend she can jump in too Whole lotta ice and bunch of tattoos If ya choose me baby then ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh)

Ayy man, let me get my Rem' on iceman Let me get that check straight hundreds Let me get my back in before I hit yo' city Or I ain't going straight up, for real I'm that nigga now man I ain't in the projects shooting dice no more I'm out here though, project baby, heart of the projects man You digg, mount up Excuse me, where my stylist? Pop my collar, please Security, get these bitches off of me Paparazzi love me, I got lots of cheese Instagram, Kodak Black, follow me Really I be tricking nigga Halloween I ate my veggies, ma I'm healthy, I smoke broccoli Honestly, you mad that you proud of me Kodak oxygen, I got lots of trees All this gwalla be stuffed up in my Robin jeans Do it with no hands, girl, join my soccer team Philosophy, section 8 democracy I rolled the dice and went to jail, no Monopoly I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (don't get left) Nigga should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail Niggas on that groupie shit, they talking me to death Fuck that bougie bitch, you ain't got nothing, go to hell Dammit, I don't know what's goin' through they fucking head Once I get the deal, I swear to God you niggas dead Oh, so you that Kodak Black nigga, huh? You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one I'm that nigga Lil' nigga pulling up in foreigners Jackboy right behind me where we slide, they know it's us I was on the four now, I'm on five, pour it up (lean, lean, lean, lean) Kodak Black performing live, you know they showing up Yeah, I got lil' cool right here with his .40 tucked I broke up with my coupe, I'm in love with rover trucks Kodak, you that nigga, I must admit, 'kay, you the man 'Cause I got on my shit lil' nigga running up the bands Boy, I need my bread, 'bout my cheese I go ham I be on the Mollys, I don't fuck 'round with no Xans Boy, that work be roll come a couple I ain't playing Boy, I make them junkies smoke that dope right out the can I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (don't get left) Nigga should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail Niggas on that groupie shit, they talking me to death Fuck that bougie bitch, you ain't got nothing, go to hell Dammit, I don't know what's goin' through they fucking head Once I get the deal, I swear to God you niggas dead Oh, so you that Kodak Black nigga, huh? You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one I'm that nigga Chosen one I'm that nigga (I'm that nigga) you the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one I'm that nigga

(DJ Cam gon' show 'em how to drip) (JT on the track again) That's my fault, expectin' loyalty from niggas When really I should be mad at myself I'm mad at myself, I was carryin' 'round a group of unloyal niggas on my back And just for them to stab me there That's what I get, chasin' after friends that ain't cared Now I'm tryna get the pin to where you stay, and then I'm there You went against the plan, so I gotta cut off your air 'Cause if you bite the hand that feed you, what you gon' do to somebody else? Can't let that slide, all fuck niggas gotta die, y'all gon' fuck up the world My pride to the side, playin' Barbie with my lil' girl Couldn't see between your lines, I was caught in a twirl I like guns and roses, she like pistols and pearls That's my Russian roulette Put a flower set on your neck I'm here to protect you, baby So I protect you, baby See me with these different bitches so much, it get you crazy So I keep your diamonds on flush like we in the restroom, baby I apologize so much, and you so tired of the fussin' I ain't gon' hide from the public how much I love this woman Say you ain't white, you Russian, I'm just glad you ain't my cousin That's the only thing gon' stop me from lovin', you ain't nothin' Mark your calendar, Friday, we on a date We gon' talk over dinner and put everything on a plate Everything on the table, say everything you gotta say I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous, a sniper movin' with grace My plug went to jail, but I made a way This dope I'm gettin' now fucked up, but I make it shake I'm a ratchet-ass lil' nigga, looked up and I made you bae And everything I got, I obtained goin' through pain It's my fault thinkin' I'ma meet my wifey in the club It's just like me to go and turn a white bitch to a thug I'm steady fuckin' hoes, you know you shouldn't have let me fuck You wish you never loved, but it's too late 'cause you in love I'm in a 'vert, I skeet out, then I skrrt I'm pushin' through the hurt, this shit a blessin' and a curse You hate when I'm on Percs, but girl, you know I need my Percs I need you like my purse, I ain't got y'all, that's when I'm worse I'm in the club, muggin' with no shirt I'm thuggin', on that fuck shit, put my pistol in your purse I don't second-guess my gut, them niggas flaky, and I'm sure Gave 'em chances, they turned out exactly who I knew they were Been too long on this curb, it's time to leave All they did was take when I was willing to give them everything I had to learn how to swim, them crackers sent me up the creek Tried to spread me on the ground, so it's too late to squash the beef Mom, we made it, baby, you ain't gotta cry I'm in the back seat, I ain't even gotta drive But fuck this Maybach 'cause I'm that for real Fuck this Maybach 'cause I'm that for real

Ayy, yeah I been vibin' for a reason (reason, ayy) I been grindin' all season (season, ayy) I been standin' away from leeches (leeches, uh) I been vibin' for a reason (reason, ayy) I been grindin' all season (season, yeah) I been standin' away from leeches (leeches) I bet you can never say you seen it Hellcats, Demons, 'vertibles, 'Rari Diamonds gleamin', vultures, zombies Checkbooks, laptops, long-knife, fat Glock Trap full of them Glocks, nigga Backwood full of opps, nigga Ain't gon' let it lock I'm gon' stretch it 'til it lock, nigga Play 'round on my top You get checked in at the hospital Niggas give me advice Really want me on the block with 'em Rap money come too fast Ain't gotta invest in no stocks, nigga I get every drop (yeah), I get every drop She been buyin' the dope so I long, I give her extra every rock I get every drop (uh-huh), I get every drop Mafioso shit, I'ma smoke a bitch and then gon' play it raw From lil' Haiti to the road, I play offense and defense Baby, take yo' panties off Oh, you ain't fuckin' then you leavin' (leavin', ayy) They ain't gotta know that we spin, we spin Nigga, I been steppin' for a whole week span If you Z'd up, keep it Z then Pass me the stick, bet I'ma smell of tree branch I'm in this bitch, I'm boppin' doin' my Z dance Ho take, ho take this dick, I'm fuckin' her while I'm DJ'ing Bulletproof rifles, bitches goin' viral Bought my girl a car but I ain't love, give no the title Sniper not a idol, I'm all these rappers rivals Pockets like a wire hole, I'm gon' need some lipo' All these trends keep gettin' me rich How many times has a nigga done this? The opps get big, see me in here Play with me, you ain't leavin' this bitch Birdhouse in the eye, bitches on my mind space Zoolin' by the fi-, zoo-zoo-zoo-zoolin' by the fireplace (ayy) I been vibin' for a reason (reason, ayy) I been grindin' all season (season, ayy) I been standin' away from leeches (leeches, uh) I bet you can never say you seen it Hellcats, Demons, 'vertibles, 'Rari Diamonds gleamin', vultures, zombies Checkbooks, laptops, long-knife, fat Glock Trap full of them Glocks, nigga Backwood full of opps, nigga