Top Songs By Kodak Black
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Vocals
Lil Crix
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Cristian Denis
Songwriter
Kristo Ventsel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dyleechi
Producer
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Shit touch souls, AJ, that beat touch a nigga soul)
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun
Yeah, that's my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame
How you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole
And how she throw that shit
Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone
His shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit
Got niggas standin' on the block
Niggas in apartments sellin' hard
Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard
In the streets, can't be too real
They take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin' my bills
So I hold him down and play my part
Mulsanne with my mood change
I know two things, they can't fuck with me, can't fuck with you
And I know I gotta put you first, you can't be number two
Just play your role, get anything you want, bae, if you actin' right
Dope was bad, I hit it with that one-two, brought it back to life
Always lit, bitch, we in VLive
Young nigga poppin' shit, Beamer, Benz, or Bentleys, I can't decide
Fuck it, old school Chevrolet
In the club doin' your thing, I made it rain like the weatherman
Fucked around, got a lil' taste and I been cravin', you Heaven sent
Tattoo tears for the pain, make up tattoos on your face
And make sure it's plain as day
And fuck what these haters say
You for the streets, I'll say today
I bet I'm gon' make you stay
You see the peace, you see the rage
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun
Yeah, that's my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame
How you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole
And how she throw that shit
Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone
His shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit
Got niggas standin' on the block
Niggas in apartments sellin' hard
Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard
In the streets, can't be too real
They take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin' my bills
So I hold him down and play my part
Too gangster for this shit, I might not never get no award
Nigga fakin' in the club, just ordered ones, ain't even throw it
Been in the streets forever and ain't got nothin' to show for it
All it did was take my dogs and give me charges and left me scarred
The streets don't love nobody, but I still gave the bitch my heart
Nigga think this shit a game, don't even know how to play your card
In the back of the Maybach Sprinter, bustin' dinner, watchin' TV
And I fell in love with a stripper
Let me be your nigga, let me be your BB
Wake up, grab my pistol, put on my VV's, then I pray
Pop 'bout two, three glitches, then I'm ready for the day
I told all my bitches, "I got a girl and stay away"
Shorty been playin' her part, so I ain't gon' do that to my bae
Wake up, grab my lip gloss, purse, and gun
Yeah, that's my starter kit
Pussy-ass nigga, you a lame
How you ordered ones, you ain't even throw that shit?
Shorty so fine how she glidin' on down that pole
And how she throw that shit
Talkin' 'bout sex on the phone
His shit got swole, he know I be throwin' that shit
Got niggas standin' on the block
Niggas in apartments sellin' hard
Know some hoes that made a few M's late nights at Onyx goin' hard
In the streets, can't be too real
They take advantage and break your heart
Got a street nigga payin' my bills
So I hold him down and play my part
Writer(s): Bill Kapri, Kristo Ventsel, Cristian Denis
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