Kodak Yung Mal & Lil Quill

[Intro: Yung Mal]
Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga
Gudda, yeah
All this fuckin' cash on me, man
Feelin' like fuckin' Kodak and shit

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I'm finna roll up this weed (Mhm)
And I'm finna pour up this lean (Mhm)
And none of this shit, it ain't come for free (Uh-uh)
I took sacrifices for me (I did)
I'm chasin' that cash, that's constantly (Cash, racks)
Man I ain't been to sleep in a week (Uh-uh)
Last year I was broke as a bum and shit (Last year)
But now I racked up, on fleek (Racks)
I'm feelin' like Kodak, I can't even roll in peace (I can't)
'Cause they want a picture from me (They want a picture)
Or they want a feature from me (Or they want a feature)
These bitches wan' kick it with me (These bitches wan' kick it)
Fuck the police, we ain't takin' no pleas (Fuck the police)
Run off with that pack and go straight to the East (Run off with that pack)
Whip started right up, it didn't come with a key (Whip started right up)
I'm a dog on these hoes so I come with a leash (Dog on these hoes)

[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
Go to the kitchen, straight to the pot (Yeah)
Get in that bowl, play with that dope, it go capiche
The text and the rope, I got the streets hot
Got signed by the Wop, now I got 'em beat
Give a fuck 'bout a thot, I might get the top
I put the bitch out, she usin' her feet
And I'm in Zone 6, and I got that Glock
The middle of the summer and I got on a mink
Clean, lean, switchin' lanes, I feel asleep
1017, chain got ice, make your bitch wanna ski
Private planes, rockin' shows, shootin' movies, Spike Lee
I got bands in my pants, when I land, nigga, chauffeur drivin' me