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Kodak Black - Came Thru Flushin' [Official Visualizer]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Producer
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Derek "Dyryk" Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Erwing Olivares
Erwing Olivares
Additional Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I came here with nothin', now, I got that money, now, they know me Came through flushin', I put the bustin' on the Rollie Them niggas say fuck me, I swear to God that was my whodie Stick from the Russians, I got a hundred, and it's loaded My ear to the streets, and I got my eyes on my opponent These niggas want beef, and I got that heat for whoever want it I'm a fool on these beats, but with that piece, I act a donkey I'm back on that lean, when I get to the scene, I'm actin' bolegs Stick in my jeans, I'm on a bean, I don't know what's wrong with me Rockin' the mic, and I'm totin' pipe, I'm at the show with it Shorty, she nice, but that bitch ain't right, she fuckin' got four leg Pulled up in a Viper, I was on a bike, I was on a go ped Like it or love it, forever thuggin', that's how I be Wilding' for nothin', I'm out in public acting acky I see it comin', I'ma find a plug in Abu Dhabi I'm on a monkey, but I ain't no monkey on high heat He just beat a case and jumped out the Wraith and caught a body Just beat a case and jumped out the Wraith and caught a body My bitch caught me cheatin', she went to beefin', took my car key I'm totin' this heat, it got me conceded, actin' cocky I keep it gutter, these pussy niggas be tryna knock me I keep it comin', them pussy niggas be tryna stop me Hit the floor runnin', them pussy niggas was tryna block me The judge throwing numbers he's giving Boas like it's rocky Came from the struggle where you don't make it out lightly And then, when you make it, they go to flamin' 'cause you icey We hop out with skis, we kill with ease like the ISIS I got me some cheese, remember we was in a crisis Pulled up on the scene, I'm in a stolo two-door Chrysler Not a foreign, no keys, remember I was on a bicycle 'Member I had to ask for it, knew daddy and my mama poor Walkin' up to the older boys, give me a dollar for a popsicle Give me a dollar for a ice cream Shit turned around, and niggas I use to look up to say they don't like me no more I was on a chase, I almost got away until they turned on they little high beam Gleeful, gleeful, gleeful I don't know what's wrong with me Glee, glee, glee I don't know what's wrong What's wrong with me? I say the stick in my jeans, I'm on a bean, I don't know what's wrong with me Rockin' the mic, and I'm totin' pipe, I'm at the show with it Stick in my jeans, I'm on a bean Rockin' the mic', and I'm totin' pipe The stick in my jeans, I'm on a bean, I don't know what's wrong with me Rockin' the mic, and I'm totin' pipe, I'm at the show with it Shorty, she nice, but that bitch ain't right, she fuckin' got four leg Pulled up in a Viper, I was on a bike, I was on a go ped Gleeful, gleeful, gleeful I don't know what's wrong with me Ha-aha Like it or love it, forever thuggin', that's how I be Wildin' for nothing, I'm out in public acting acky I'm out in public acting acky Like it or love it, forever thuggin', that's how I be
Writer(s): Allen Ritter, Adam King Feeney, Leland Wayne, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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