(Intro)
Who that is? Lil Kodak
It’s Gucci!
1800!
Look!
(Verse 1 – Kodak Black)
Cuban on my wrist, Cuban on my neck, your girl on X
Money talks, she on the phone high, we having phone sex
Never duck in front you peons, I ain’t full yet
Kept it real since the begun, I ain’t told yet
I done finally got my muscle up, you know I’m gon flex
People rooting for the hustler, I think I’m on next
At your neck, I don’t get tired, I ain’t gon rest
You gotta play your cards right, them jack boys on deck
I gotta keep the fan on, you know them girls gon sweat
I’m tryna put my man on, but he ain’t came home yet
Kodak Black but my hoe react, she get her own bread
I hit your girl with the pole, now she walking bowlegged
Dirty drink this that prometh, been sipping Moet
I’m just tryna stay focused, ain’t tryna go flat
You turn cold when the heater on, I know you’re gon melt
I’ve been smoking broccoli, they say it’s good for your health
Nah I’m good, I don’t need your help, I do it myself
I know you don’t really love me, you’re just loving my wealth
It’s lil Kodak, the finesse kid, walking like a leg
Hitting licks, now I’m dropping hits, mouthpiece cost a brick
(Chorus – Kodak Black)
In the club, vibing in this bih
Vibing with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic
But now she getting hit
In the club, vibing in this bih
Vibing with my clique
Vibing in this bih
Vibing with my clique
In the club, vibing in this bih
Vibing with my clique
All she wanted was to take a pic
But now she getting hit
In the club, vibing in this bih
Vibing with my clique
Vibing in this bih
Vibing with my clique
(Verse 2 – Gucci Mane)
Lock me in a box, but I’m coming out swinging
Watch 200 so I’m coming out blinging
Something like the wind, can’t touch, just hear me
S**kas can’t see me, but they damn sure feel me
They say, Gucci Mane gone, the rap game ain’t nothing
Soon as he left, the coke price start jumping
Walk around the club like I walked around the yard
Ni**a I’m the trap god, you tryna look hard
I’ll never ever ever ask the police to protect me
Never ever ever let a rapper disrespect me
Next time from Gucci Mane, gun clapping gon happen
Put a cap to the cap and see my bullets tap dancing
(Repeat Chorus)
