Catch Flight Kodak Black
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Catch Flight" by Kodak Black. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Intro]
Jay-Jay R
Ha, for real
This gon' blow AD
Sniper (Uh-huh)
Let's get it
Lil Kodak in the Kodak flights
Turn up, turn up
Check
[Chorus]
I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)
I used to sell rocks, now I'm rocking Mic's (I'm on that rich shit)
I'ma show you what a boss look like (I'm on that rich shit)
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight (I'm on that rich shit)
I was living wrong, got my money right (I'm on that rich shit)
I hustled all day, hustled all night (I'm on that rich shit)
Told me life is a gamble, but I was shooting dice (I'm on that rich shit)
And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (Now I'm on that rich shit)
[Verse 1]
They say my flow mean, dress code nice
I'll pull up in a Jag', used to steal bikes
Black nigga, not a racist, I was selling white
I had to stay down, now, my car sitting high
I was bussin' licks, putting hits, totin' heat
Jumped in head first, I was in deep
Pockets full of rocks, not a kid, rocked the beat
Shoot the streets
I can't let them crackers down me
AD put me on my feet, said my time here
Audemar wrap my wrist, yeah my time clear
And I don't see you hating niggas, I be going blind
I'm on my first class shit, I be so fly
Jay-Jay R
Ha, for real
This gon' blow AD
Sniper (Uh-huh)
Let's get it
Lil Kodak in the Kodak flights
Turn up, turn up
Check
[Chorus]
I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)
I used to sell rocks, now I'm rocking Mic's (I'm on that rich shit)
I'ma show you what a boss look like (I'm on that rich shit)
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight (I'm on that rich shit)
I was living wrong, got my money right (I'm on that rich shit)
I hustled all day, hustled all night (I'm on that rich shit)
Told me life is a gamble, but I was shooting dice (I'm on that rich shit)
And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (Now I'm on that rich shit)
[Verse 1]
They say my flow mean, dress code nice
I'll pull up in a Jag', used to steal bikes
Black nigga, not a racist, I was selling white
I had to stay down, now, my car sitting high
I was bussin' licks, putting hits, totin' heat
Jumped in head first, I was in deep
Pockets full of rocks, not a kid, rocked the beat
Shoot the streets
I can't let them crackers down me
AD put me on my feet, said my time here
Audemar wrap my wrist, yeah my time clear
And I don't see you hating niggas, I be going blind
I'm on my first class shit, I be so fly
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!