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Tracking - Kodak Black
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Tracking Kodak Black

Tracking - Kodak Black
[Intro]
I love you, Deezy
I love you too, my dude

[Verse]
You my one, tell me you gon' love me for real
These niggas J fakin', bae, I get that money for real
These niggas pump fakin', bae, I act a dummy for real
I get funky for real, I had to dunk it for real
I got VVs in my breath, I got my left wrist on froze
You niggas tough around your niggas, by yourself you gon' fold
Watch what I say, my nigga's messed, I put a check on my woe
I show you that I love you, bae, I put a check on my hoe
But money can't buy love though
And I hope that they ain't payin' for no loyalty
I'm tryna tell you, baby girl, I love you more than me
Stay where you at, don't play me close if you don't wanna be
I'm tired of y'all provin'
I'm tired of y'all tryna play me
Tryna play with a Z, that ain't wavy
Every nigga play with a G, they caught cases
Every nigga in my crew in formation
Everything be red and blue, I'm so racist
Why they let that zoe in the room? He so Haitian
I love all my homies, they lose, they go apeshit, yeah
You play with me again, then I'ma burn ya
I'm tired of showin' love to all the wrong ones
I'm tired of all my niggas and bitches turnin'
I feel like you really hate me when you love me
I feel like you really hate me when you love me
I feel like you really
I hope you know you love me when you hate me
I hope that you take me back and have my baby
Ain't got nothin' but these racks, get your Mercedes
You know if I didn't rap, you wouldn't fave me
Matter fact, I had a pack when I was basic
What if I was broke down and wack, how would you rate me?
What if I was stuck on my ass? Bae, would you date me?
Them other hoes after my cash, she say he raised me
They tryna checkmate a nigga and I can see that
I'm my own man, no record label push my release back
Bitch, I stand firm, up early gettin' worms
But I ain't no damn bird, you want smoke, you get cancer
Don't test me, nigga, I got a answer, haha
Don't test me, I'm tryna go to heaven
They tryna have my momma stressin'
'Member I cracked that nigga Bentley then my momma praised us
Go ask my momma
You gon' die 'bout this chain, that's what I told my momma
Them niggas use my name in vain, I started road rumblin'
Them niggas use my name in vain, I started road rumblin'
Them boys gon' die 'bout this chain, that's what I told my momma
She say she know
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