Play Kodak Black (Ft. Lil Crix)
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[Verse 1: Kodak Black & Lil Crix]
He on a plate, he ate
Niggas keep dyin' that way, keep fryin' that way
Niggas gettin' fried like chicken and shit
KFC, nigga, we kill 'em for Crix
Hit a nigga ass with a three-piece combo, his mom, his bro, his sis
Got an opp bitch in the back of the Rolls
I better not see a nigga crackin' no fours (Let's go)
[Chorus: Lil Crix]
Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam
If I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team
Just made six hundred off streams
Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap, on gang)
Let's go
[Verse 2: Lil Crix]
It's crazy, I came here from nothin', now I walk around, I'm the motherfuckin' man in my city
I show a nigga no pity, your mama, your brother, your sistеr, your kids, your bitties
I don't give a fuck who you call, a nigga can nevеr say that Lil Crix assed out
I drop an opp like he passed out
Two kids and his hoes, throw his ass in a blunt, gassed out (Let's go)
When I'm all in public, that heater tucked
On Blood, y'all know how I give it up
I don't give a fuck who you with
I ain't sparin' shit
Cashin' that bag like Allstate
Burn like some plastic in broad day
Bullets make you sing like Rod Wave
M16, they all spray
New Versaces, all suede
Ten Piguets, they all ways
Six thots, they all slay, ayy
He on a plate, he ate
Niggas keep dyin' that way, keep fryin' that way
Niggas gettin' fried like chicken and shit
KFC, nigga, we kill 'em for Crix
Hit a nigga ass with a three-piece combo, his mom, his bro, his sis
Got an opp bitch in the back of the Rolls
I better not see a nigga crackin' no fours (Let's go)
[Chorus: Lil Crix]
Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack
I got a Glock with a beam
If I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team
Just made six hundred off streams
Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap, on gang)
Let's go
[Verse 2: Lil Crix]
It's crazy, I came here from nothin', now I walk around, I'm the motherfuckin' man in my city
I show a nigga no pity, your mama, your brother, your sistеr, your kids, your bitties
I don't give a fuck who you call, a nigga can nevеr say that Lil Crix assed out
I drop an opp like he passed out
Two kids and his hoes, throw his ass in a blunt, gassed out (Let's go)
When I'm all in public, that heater tucked
On Blood, y'all know how I give it up
I don't give a fuck who you with
I ain't sparin' shit
Cashin' that bag like Allstate
Burn like some plastic in broad day
Bullets make you sing like Rod Wave
M16, they all spray
New Versaces, all suede
Ten Piguets, they all ways
Six thots, they all slay, ayy
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