(Intro)
(Because I am hard, you will not like me)
(Chorus: Kodak Black)
I was standin' over a nigga, tryna finish business
Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now in the studio chillin'
I'm rockin' Vlone and the V stand for very vicious
I got grip, I got whips, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips and heavy ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play and I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit
(Verse 1: Kodak Black)
This an AR, but I hit a nigga close distance
In the middle of KR, somethin' comfortable when I'm in the trenches
I could either spin the bin or I'ma spend a ticket
But either way, a nigga play, then he fuckin' get it
I'm a snipe, I get my man or his next sibling
Me and Syk' jumped out the Benz, went to jumpin' fences
And we skis with the re's, all black Dickies
Fuck you mean? I got Z's way in Mississippi
Don't get yolked, we'll rope a nigga like we lynchin'
This that smoke that make you choke and leave niggas twitchin'
I got four-wheelers and Benjis, Rovers and Bentleys
I'm gon' stand over a nigga, let him see me grinnin'
Three hundred a show and spent a hundred on the pendant
Just tell me it's a go and I be already bendin'
I'm gon' light me somethin' up, this ain't no fuckin' image
You know they call me Kodak, I might fuck around and film it
(Chorus: Kodak Black)
I was standin' over a nigga, tryna finish business
Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now in the studio chillin'
I'm rockin' Vlone and the V stand for very vicious
I got grip, I got whips, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips and heavy ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play and I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit
(Verse 2: NFL Tuewop)
Make a nigga beg before you kill him, that shit there tradition
Blood in my eyes, on vulture mode, shit fuckin' with my vision
I ain't droppin' no wood, I'ma swing this door and chase him out his tennis
Aimin' strictly headshots, ARP blow off the nigga fitted
Bendin' blocks, at a nigga door like a Jehovah's Witness
Lil' Tuewop livin' life like a stripper, on all these poles, keep titties
The boss say it's smoke, we slice his throat, real cutthroat committee
Hollow dug in his face, ate him ear to ear, gave him a buck fifty
We got armor, pistols, rounds, hella ammunition
Kidnappin' niggas in broad day, you know this shit get wicked
Death before dishonor, mob ties, forever stand on business
Stealin' souls, thief in the night, reaper of the trenches
(Chorus: Kodak Black)
I was standin' over a nigga, tryna finish business
Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now in the studio chillin'
I'm rockin' Vlone and the V stand for very vicious
I got grip, I got whips, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips and heavy ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play and I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit
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