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Kodak Black, Oklama Eckhart Tolle And this here is the big stepper I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer We some killers, walkin' zombies, tryna scratch that itch Germophobic, hetero and I am not for the faint of heart My genetic build can build multi-universes, the man of God Playin' "Baby Shark" with my daughter Watchin' for sharks outside at the same time Life as a protective father, I'd kill for her My son Enoch is the part two When I expire, my children'll make higher valleys In this present moment, I saw that through Ask Whitney about my lust addiction Text messaging bitches got my thumbs hurt Set precedent for a new sacrilegion Writer's block for two years, nothin' moved me Asked God to speak through me, that's what you hearin' now The voice of yours truly Teleport out my own body for comfort I don't pass judgment, past life regressions keep me in question Where did I come from? I don't think like I used to No, I don't blink like I used to Awkward stares at everybody, see the flesh of man But still, this man compared to nobody Yesterday, I prayed to the flowers and trees Gratification to the powers that be Synchronization with my energy chakras, the ghost of Dr. Sebi Paid it forward, cleaned out my toxins, bacteria heavy Sciatica nerve pinch, I don't know how to feel Like the first time I fucked a white bitch The first time I fucked a white bitch I was sixteen at the Palisades Fumbling my grades, I traveled with the team The apache life, Centennial was like When Mrs. Baker screamed at Doughboy Mixed that with Purple Rain They interchanged the scenes Happy just to be out the hood With all the wealthy kids Credit cards and family plans She drove her daddy's Benz I found out that he was a sheriff That was a win-win Because he had locked up Uncle Perry She paid her daddy's sins Next time I fucked a white bitch Was out in Copenhagen Good kid, m.A.A.d city tour I flourished on them stages Whitney asked did I have a problem I said, "I might be racist" Ancestors watchin' me fuck was like retaliation I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer We some killers, walkin' zombies, tryna scratch that itch Germophobic, hetero and homophobic Photoshopping lies and motives Hide your eyes, then pose for the pic What the- Eight billion people on Earth, silent murderers Non-profits, preachers and church, crooks and burglars (woo) Hollywood corporate in school, teachin' philosophies You either gon' be dead or in jail, killer psychology Silent murderer, what's your body count? Who your sponsorship? Objectified so many bitches, I killed their confidence (what the) The media's the new religion, you killed the consciousness (what the) Your jealousy is way too pretentious, you killed accomplishments (what the) Niggas killed freedom of speech, everyone sensitive (what the) If your opinion fuck 'round and leak, might as well send your will (what the) The industry has killed the creators, I'll be the first to say (what the) To each exec', "I'm saving your children", we can't negotiate (what the) I caught a couple of bodies myself, slid my community My last Christmas toy drive in Compton handed out eulogies Not because the rags in the park had red gradient But because the high blood pressure flooded the caterin' So what's the difference 'tween your life when hiding motives? More fatalities and reality bring you closure The noble person that goes to work and pray like they 'posed to? Slaughter people too, your murder's just a bit slower I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer (what the) We some killers, walkin' zombies, tryna scratch that itch (what the) Germophobic, hetero and homophobic Photoshopping lies and motives Hide your eyes, then pose for the pic

Gang, gang, gang I'm the hottest young nigga in the city (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) (Grah, grah, grah) I'm just in charge of this shit Gang, gang, gang Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (grrt) Bang, bang, bang Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt My stepper gon' brush him if I press the button, too drippy to scuffle (drip, drip, too drippy to scuffle) The blick in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would I tussle? (Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, so why would I tussle?) Diamonds dancing, flooded We done turned nothing to something (we done turned nothing to something) Niggas be capping, bluffing Tweak, that's a hole in your muffin (brrt, tweak, that's a hole in your muffin) What's all the tension? (Skrrt) Tried to run off with the drip, but ain't give me a mention (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Swish him, we bench him, treesh at the drop, we gon' pull up with blickies and drench him (boom, boom, boom, grrt) Look at these actors (skrrt), dropping the rakes (skrrt), they ain't ever spinned Cali (they ain't ever spinned Cali, pussy) Spinning for rappers (skrrt), what's the chances (skrrt) that he got his ratchet? (Skrrt, skrrt, boom, boom, boom) It's gon' be a disaster, he ain't no stepper, that boy into fashion (pussy) Stop all that capping, aim for his māthā, cabbage, he in a casket (grrt) Gang-gang gon' wack him, he made a diss, trying to get a reaction (pussy) Can't wait to catch him, crash him, whole gang spinning for the back end (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, back end) Want me to be disrespectful? Pull up to the funeral, spit in the coffin (spit in that coffin) Put more shots in his māthā, they can't see his face, that's for all that talking (boom, boom, boom, boom, pussy) Headshot, he ain't gon' make it, his brains on the pavement, no witness, no statement (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) My killers ain't taking no payment, they said it's for free, point him out, they gon' off him (gang, gang, gang, pussy) Gun a nigga down, drop a diss, R. I. P. Lil Pint, pour a four of that drip (boom, boom, boom) All we know, run down, go skitz, let my ooter catch him lacking and they hopping out the whip (grrt) See all the hate through these Carti's (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Kodak fresh home off a pardon (blicky) Casamigos, don't sip no Bacardi (no Bacardi) Repping Brooklyn like Biggie and Harden (brooklyn) Ride out, AR with the scope Pull up with Coach, now he a ghost (skrrt, skrrt) Kill a opp, then make a toast (grrt, pussy) Hit a opp treesh while she driving the boat (boom, boom, boom) Stuffing the stick in the glizzy (blick, blick, glizzy) Clip came see-through just like Bizzy Hoolies gon' spin 'til he dizzy (skrrt, skrrt) Spot him and hop out the renty (grrt) Catch a body then hit up the jeweler (boom, boom, boom) I got 20 blue tips in the Ruger (gang, gang, gang) Back then, used to flock out the Uber (skrrt, skrrt) Off a scooter, then maneuver (skrrt, skrrt) Can't respond to no nigga that gave his whole crew up (ha-ha-ha), goofies Niggas stole all the drip, act like they never knew us (niggas stole all my drip, act like they never knew us) Got a bad yellow bitch that'll line you from Cuba (got a bad yellow bitch, treesh, treesh) She gon' swing me the addy, we pulled up and smoked 'em like hookah (that addy, we pulled up and smoked 'em) Niggas ain't spinning shit, they just type on computers (ain't spinning shit, they just type on) And my last name "Blick", so I'm picking the tool up (blick, gang, gang, gang, Blicky, the Blicky) My stepper gon' brush him if I press the button, too drippy to scuffle (too drippy to scuffle) The blick in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would I tussle? (so why would I tussle?) Diamonds dancing, flooded We done turned nothing to something (bands, bands) Niggas be capping, bluffing Tweak, that's a hole in your muffin (tweak, that's a hole in your muffin) My stepper gon' brush him if I press the button, too drippy to scuffle (oo drippy to scuffle) The blick in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would I tussle? (so why would I tussle?) Diamonds dancing, flooded We done turned nothing to something (bands, bands) Niggas be capping, bluffing Tweak, that's a hole in your muffin BG4L, SG, Twirl Gang, Cho Gang

Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky Gang gang gang Racks racks racks Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Bands, bands) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Racks, racks) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky You guys broken batteries Please don't get turned to a tragedy Diamonds on me, see the clarity Ain't got my gun, then I'm stabbin' 'em All of my niggas move staticky (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Bullets get back to reality I'm making more than your salary (Bands, bands, bands) Probably the reason they mad at me Pull up, we burning off calories Black Suburbans, it's a casualty Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant Changing my ways and the life that I'm living She fell in love with the way I been dripping Double cup, lil' bitch, we sipping I'm headed straight to the top with my niggas Say the wrong thing, you get dropped for my hitter And I got aim, highly doubt that he get up Catching stains, leave you missing (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Bands, bands) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Racks, racks) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky They talking shit from the back of me Can't trust a bitch, I ain't jackin' 'em Hop out with blicks, we head tappin' 'em All of my niggas is savages (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Same whip keep on circling (Skrrt skrrt) Mask on when he lurking it Strap drawn, yeah, we murkin' 'em Spinning back, we ain't murder him Pass me the Runtz, I'ma roll up None of them niggas ain't usin' they toaster Bending that block, slow up Hold up, slow up Put him in the dirt for a cold cut I got new guns, I need more butts We gon' spin again, hit some more of 'em Don't get picked off tryna roll up (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Bands, bands) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Racks, racks) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky (Brrt, Poh, poh, poh)

(SkinnyKhris) Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang-gang, gang-gang Told my sniper, "Spin the block again, I think he still alive" Tinted windows on that vehicle, tryna catch that homicide (grrr) When this FN hit his face, it's gon' go through the other side Ask the opps, I done spinned they block about a hundred times I spent cases, ooters gon' chase him, he ain't gon' make it (bop-bop-bop) Do a hit in McQueens (grrr), so they can't see our faces (so they can't see our faces) I'ma use the revolver, it's gon' catch all the cases (it's gon' catch shell cases) What I spent on this chain and my wrist, just savings (drip) Catch him and fry him like bacon (like bacon) We gon' make him a day, turn him to a patient soon as we get the location (boom-boom-boom) No GTA, we left him wasted (SkinnyKhris) Shouldn't been droppin' them rakes then (shouldn't been droppin' them rakes then) He gon' end up with a mortgage for all that fraudin', better be cautious (better be cautious) He only tough when he log in He ain't gon' talk when that blick to his noggin (that blick to his noggin) All black Honda, shooters like Mamba (grrr) Kill a opp, roll him in grabba (just like Mamba) Ain't gonna line him, soon as we find him (SkinnyKhris) Hella holes in his designer (hella holes in his designer) Three deep, call us the Migos (skrrt, skrrt) Run up on him while he playin' Cee-lo Heart rate, we gon' turn it to zero (turn it to zero) My lil' youngin' did it for a C-note Last nigga who tried me got took off the map (he got turned to a pack) I have a MAC, come let off a mag, this shit go brrat (rah-rah-rrah) Niggas ain't got the heart to slide, no cap (niggas ain't got the heart to slide, no cap) Told the driver to park at the front, we gon' walk through the back Gon' end up like the rest of them niggas as soon as he lack (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Hollow tips rip through his chest, he gon' catch an attack (catch an attack) One in the head with the blicky I'm ready to snap (grrr, one in the head with the blicky, I'm ready to snap) Niggas get whacked for thinkin' this shit just rap (bop-bop-bop) Told my sniper, "Spin the block again, I think he still alive" (spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it) Tinted windows on that vehicle, tryna catch that homicide (grrr) When this FN hit his face, it's gon' go through the other side Ask the opps, I done spinned they block about a hundred times (grrr) I spent cases, ooters gon' chase him, he ain't gon' make it (he ain't gon' make it) Do a hit in McQueens So they can't see our faces (grrr, so they can't see our faces, man down, man down) I'ma use the revolver, it's gon' catch all the cases (it's gon' catch shell cases) What I spent on this chain and my wrist, just savings (drip) Catch him and fry him like bacon (like bacon)

Ghosty Catch one of y'all niggas slipping out here, nigga It's gon' be murder, nigga, word to my mama, nigga Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge (grrrt) Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Whole lotta shots, knock his face off, spin through Hang out the roof with a Draco Back from the Yams' and the case closed Blood on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off Chop off a limb with a chainsaw (come here) No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll Stuffin' the clip, it hold whole Trey-O He ain't gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang for? Run up on Fetti, catch Fetti, that's Fetti (come here) Count hella bands, swing chase that zelle Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny Gang in the spot, get deady on deady Busting a .40, spin on ya shorty Don't do Bacardi (don't do Bacardi) Buss your piñata, open your māthā Shoot up the party (māthā, māthā) Fuck it, we live, chair to the head, get beat up like a Mauley If I'm not on the H, then I'm in the Fields, or I'm up in Garvey 30 clip, that mean hella bodies Spin ya hood and kill anybody If he missing, the medics got him He ain't dead but we paralyzed him Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Getting money off the zelle In and out her like a deli Free that nigga Skrelly Put a bullet in his belly BnB, so fuck a telly, fucking up a Chevy We don't do the jumping, shotgun start to pumpin' See him slipping, I'ma dump it Kill a nigga then we dump him Throw his body in a dumpster Spin through like, "Aye" He moving wocky, get shot in the face I heard they dropping the rakes Well, we got the addy and we on the way Swerving, lurking, slipping, murk 'em Purge with burners, it's a murder Hearse 'em, put 'em in the dirt They got his face prints on a shirt Hop out, strap drawn, head tap Try to run, he ain't get that far (he ain't get that far) Spin through, two shooters, one driver We gon' kill that boy (we gon' kill that boy) We gon' bend that block, we gon' You gon' hear that noise (you gon' hear that shit) All we know is dead opps, no attempts or leg shots Hit 'em in his head top (kill that nigga) Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask drawn, strap drawn Tryna run, he ain't get that far (come here) Fishbowl try spin that block Gang gang gon' swiss that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky gon' hit that target Sniper da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky da Blicky Free Kodak Black Let me catch one of y'all niggas comin' out the corner store or some shit, it's litty Gang