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Kodak Black

Bill K. Kapri (born Dieuson Octave; June 11, 1997) is an American rapper better known by his stage name Kodak Black. He is noted for his singles "Roll in Peace", "Tunnel Vision", and "No Flockin", as well as his numerous legal issues. more »

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Smokin' on Dirt McGerk, it's easy
Yeah, diamonds

I'ma go and change the speed, I'ma cocaine and weed
Smokin' on Dirt McGerk, sippin' on syrup with Kirk
See, I'm on the lows and highs, I don't play with my nose, I'm lyin'
I stay on my Q's and P's, I just be gettin' my B's
I'm bangin' Ol' B's and C's, them crackers done gave me the keys
I got a few mill' on these, my nigga, he kill with ease
You run up, you gon' get blast, I'm movin' on slowed and fast
That mean I'm on downs and ups, yeah, nigga, I'm sour as f*ck
I don't even wash my cup, I just keep feelin' myself
I just be feelin' myself, I've just been feelin' myself

Yeah, and I love all my shiners to death
I'm forever, off addys and X
It's the water boy, out and exec'
Get a lil' one, I'm payin' off the chef
It's essential when cookin' this meth
With no mention, shit, f*ck with my breath
Had me put all my demons to rest
He was dry, he ain't had to get wet
Do the same if you wanna get drenched
I'm so quick with this, fin' like a fish
I'm so quick with this, fin off my hip
Pop a ten, she ain't fucking me quick
Break her heart, then she love me again
And you love me, bitch, carry these bricks
I ain't trickin', give my junkie a kiss
Help me bring' some more customers in

Servin' niggas exotic & roxy
Got me losing' a count of these bodies
Big bro gave me a piece of the meth
I hear voices, I'm talkin' to death
Run up on me, I'm leavin' em stretched
I done made it out, breakin' a sweat
Lil D, Fetty, Quan, Jeezy, will, who I'm smokin' on next
Me and Tazz really Kobe and shaq
Add LeBron, if you throwing in yak
I sent the text, then he turned around
Then I left that boy on his back
I prefer my hoes pretty and black
Baking soda, won't stick to the crack
Try run, get shot in the hip
Gun jam ', he get beat with the clip
I'm in his grass, waiting outside
But I posted like I'm on a trip
I served him fentanyl in a Doritos bag
Police thought I gave him chips
I've been textin' this junkie like he my friend
Sell me a bottle of 'scripts
Guns and drugs, free Polo Pooh
But crackers ain't catchin' this whip
Yeah, I put the benz in cruise (Yeah)
Nigga, you snooze, you lose (Yeah)
That nigga ain't see, grimace yet
'Til I pull his ass under my shoes
Got my opps playin' saw, but difference is
They dyin', I don't care what they choose (I don't care)
'Kuh this business, kill that boy
We really putting shit on the news, on God

I ain't feeling', lil' buddy, I'm sorry
Ain't got at least 5 we ain't got nothin' in common
Movin' in silence, slidin', congregate, shiners
Vultures, gremlins, goblins
Please don't bother me, how I'm vibin'?
It's a feelin', it's hard to describe it
Mixin' six with the roxys we pop 'em
Ain't doin' no back and forth, hooping and hollering
Put some database, homage just died it
It was local, I treat it colossal
I accomplished the mission impossible
Understand that most artists impostors
Well, I guess Geeski just ain't no artist
Got the snakes, they live down to my gardens
Got me fed up with necklaces and stardom
They was thirsty, I brought 'em some water

Put the syrup on the black, so I don't burn like that
Every opp I caught, pop, every hat I catch, splat
Droptop Maybach, me and Soto go way back
My strap got dum-dum bullets, big blue tips got mushrooms in it
I put a kit on a coupe, I'm stickin', I'm feelin', you feelin' me too
I left the bitch in the room, when I walked in
I caught her stealin' the boot
Jigga man, Jigga man, ooh, I learned on the curve, can't get into school
Put it in, stick it in, ooh, then roll it, roll, I'm rollin' roll
Trap house jumpin', I make a hundred more at the corner store
Don't even touch him, bring him right to me, I'm finna cut his throat
I've just been doin' my thug, tatted up, my foot in the slums
I ain't worried 'bout gettin' no love, true story, I'm mixin' my drugs
I'm a junkie, I tried everythin', all this money, just buyin' anythin'
E Murda just gave me an E, these murders been boostin' my geek
I go zoot on Riatta with G, I put boot up in all that I eat
I've been livin' off noodles and molly's
I keep losin' a count of these bodies

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