Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
I’m her baby daddy (ohh)
All the pussy niggas talking shit that don’t know me
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
They tried to give me eight
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
I can’t even go to sleep (why?), your bitch keep blowin’ me (yah)
I rep that shit from the 850 down to the Florida Keys (yah)
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
I know she ’boutta run my check up (ohh)
[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Niggas must wanna bleed (ooh), they don’t wanna play my beat (ooh)
We all roll together nigga
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
He don’t even believe in Jesus
That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Every Florida nigga coming up, that is that shit that I like to see (oh yeah)
You want me to take my time with you
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You said that you gon’ ride for me
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Before me and Kodak roll through slowly
If we gon’ be Florida niggas, let’s be Florida these days, know what I’m talkin’ about?
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
I’m about to switch my hoe up (why?)
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
He don’t even believe in Jesus
[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
[?] (ohh)
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
Yeah, boop!) (Yeah, boop!
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
That you ain’t gon ride for me
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
They tried to give me eight
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
[?] at 4 in the morning (ooh)
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Said I knocked her period on
Even the blind can see
Every Florida nigga saying that they the only Florida nigga
[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
That you ain’t gon ride for me
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
She in love with a Florida nigga, she don’t wanna leave Tallahassee
And you say that you gon’ ride with me
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
That shit is a blast for me (yeah), so why you ain’t show me?
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas ain’t rats where I’m from (why?) so they don’t fuck with my cheese (nah)
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
Everybody notice me (yeah)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
Everybody notice me (yeah)
Why you got a Jesus piece?
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
Gotta hit a lick, can’t mess up (why?)
That shit don’t sound right to me (nah), my niggas gon’ blast for me (yeah)
I can’t even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
If you talk that blasphemy (yeah) blastin’ a fuck nigga head off (woah)
Even the blind can see (what)
[Intro: T-Pain]
Why you got a Jesus piece?
I was goin’ through tragedy
‘Cause everyone [?] starting to throw up
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
Set my nigga Kodak free (why?), that ain’t where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah