[Kodak Black] Young nigga, I got old cash, now I got new money
I ´on´t like doin´ no fucking interviews, I be in the room mumblin´ Dissing on the ´Gram, but when I see him, I´ma have dudes runnin´ Ain´t too many niggas around this bitch stamping, so they know who done it That´s why I got my TEC and that´s a bet, even on B-E-T I don´t care ´bout this cheque, I´m living rackless, I be on PCP They know I´m that nigga, fuck them issues, they wanna team with me Once you say it´s up, my nigga´s up ´cause it could be this week Thuggin´ hard, AK´s in they arse in the muscle cars Fuck the blogs, fuck this music shit ´cause I be bussin´ fraud
I´m a bulldozer, make a nigga scoot over, bitch, I run my sеssion And you ain´t gotta like me, you ain´t evеn gotta respect me, just don´t disrespect me Postin´ gun, rappin´ ´bout that smoke, boy, you know you ass Playin´ dumb, actin´ like I´m slow just to see who fast Lil´ nigga ´round make them take me serious like I´m sixty-nine Better stay far away and keep security ´cause I´m on your line Fuck with mine, you know bullets flyin´, you know mommas cry Fuck these diamonds gettin´ at the tile when it´s huntin´ time Nigga tryna to come up on my shine, nigga, you know he dyin´
There´ll be hollow, RIP that guy, he was on the rise
[ Kodak Black] All my snipers clap I don´t like to rap Who gon´ fuck with Yak? I killed eight niggas
[Chief Keef] Young nigga, I got new cash, I got old cash God damn, it´s the GOAT, man, it´s the GOAT, man Fat ass with a pole at, we don´t show that Big ass with a dope at, can´t disclose that Bitch, I got a fresh Gross pack and you know that Hunnid K up in my cold pocket on the cold rack Pretty chocolate bitch so black, gotta soul snatch (Bulletproof)
Broski in her bag and I book up, told him close that Almighty don´t like nobody, bitch, you know that Pussy postin´ ´em down all racks, boy them throwbacks Run in the trap, we leave yo throat back, on the dope MAC Broski in her count and I book up, tryna close that Beat ´em up, we gave his nose back with a ice pack Better thank me, I gave his life back with a life hack If I go to jail, I get kites and send ´em right back Like my daddy, I´ll be right back, I´ll be right back French ass boys, I think they like me, think they like me (Like me)
Yellow bitch, she like the rumor ´cause she lightskin Told me she don´t wanna go nowhere, I´m excitin´ The shells in this damn new choppa look like ice picks Baby said I like the rumor, but I´m dark skin In the racket, hit the block fast, get yo´ car spit It´s with a stick like a rock band, some guitar shit Hit yo´ block, we don´t hit Walmart´s, we hit targets Chief Sosa on some big shit, that´s some hard shit Draco with the big wood on it, on some court shit Pull up, shock yo´ damn block up, now you´re pointin´ No, I ain´t got no horses but I got Porsches
Fuck yo´ mom, I´m in that bitch, should´ve had abortion Little ass nigga, I can take him like some quartz since Thank God I was fortunate to have a fortune (Money) How the fuck the Desert Eagle kick like a horse kick? (Money gang baby)
[ Chief Keef] What the fuck they know? (Dududuh) Choppa in front of that fuckin´ store (Dududuh) With a stick tryna buss a nigga (Bang) Yeah (Ayy)