Kodak Black – Poetical G

[Intro]
Aye, it’s two thousand eighteen hundred
1800 block
Free Jackboy
Sniper Gang

[Chorus]
We do the same thing, but won’t do it the same
I pray to God that I ain’t losing my brain
Made a lot of music to forget all of my pain
I just wanted money, but it came with some fame
I get on the beat, and I just be wanting to sing
Even though I wanted to it’s never gone change
All the love I got for you is never gone change
Shit ain’t never, never, ever gone be the same
Shawty say she love me, so she tatted my name
So I ever leave her then I’m leavin’ a stain

[Verse]
Leavin’ ’em all, tryna hide the scars
I can’t hide my cardinality, my personality
I am who I are
I’m sitting in the dark
All I want to do is shine, they throwing shade on me
I turnt that money clean off of living dirty
Can’t leave the streets alone
It left a stain on me
I get on this beat like it’s my testimony
We do the same thing, but won’t do it the same
And everything they do it’s like they all changed
I got skeletons in my closet by my Balmain
That’s my shooter coming around here
That’s my dawg, man
I promise we gone all ball, man
Just bought a mansion, you just bought a damn chain
I’m about wacking, hope you about the same thing
I tried to forgive you but something wouldn’t let me
I think about my woe, I just popped a xanny
I’m still fed up, but I’m countin’ fetty
I tried to forgive you but something wouldn’t let me
I be going too hard I might break something
I get retarded, boy, I shake something

[Chorus]
We do the same thing but won’t do it the same
I pray to God I ain’t losing my brain
Made a lot of music to forget all of my pain
I just wanted money but it came with some fame
I get on the beat, and I just be wanting to sing
Even though I wanted to it’s never gone change
All the love I got for you is never gone change
Shit ain’t never, never gone be the same
Shawty say she love me, so she tatted my name
So I ever leave her then I’m leavin’ a stain

Kodak Black Take Shots At Rap Rivals In New Song “Here It Is”

Kodak Black took a few shits at his rivals in hip hop on his new song “Here It Is.”

Last year was a huge year for for the Pompano Beach rapper who dropped a ton of new music and his Project Baby 2 mixtape. He ended the year with a joint mixtape with his affiliate Sniper Gang crew. Kodak Black isn’t wasting no time in the new year and has already serves up some new music which is a bit of a diss record aimed at other rappers but he never name any names.

“Ni**as sneak diss then they go to calling my phone / ‘Cause I don’t care ’bout my kids, I don’t care ’bout my future / Ni**a if you diss, ni**a I’m gon’ shoot ya / Ni**a if you run up on me, ni**a I’ma blood / Ni**a if you run up on me I’ma- blood,” Kodak Black raps. Throughout the rest of the song, Kodak take shots at an unnamed foe who he called a rat who is hungry for fame.

Listen to Kodak Black new song “Here It Is” below.

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Kodak Black – My Klik (feat. Jackboy & John Wicks) (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
("Plugoz on the beat and I’m killin’ it)
Damn who make this beat, cuz I’m stealin’ it

Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flame now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flame, cause now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch

[Verse 1: John Wicks & Kodak Black]
Thinking when I ain’t had shit
They was always pickin’ on my kicks
Catch me in the mall with the shit
Comin’ from the Projects now I’m rich
Remember when I hadn’t hit a lick
Now I’m flashin’ on these niggas, take a pic
Look baby, I ain’t got no time for this
Shawty said she wanna have my chick
All this flavor, I be saucin’ on a bitch
All this flavor, I be droppin’ when I drip
Sniper gang, we mobbin’ in this shit
I’m leakin’ like a faucet on the wrist
That robbin’ put these diamonds on my necklace
You walkin’ while I pull up in the Tesla
I’ma take yo’ lady ‘cuz she special
I keep the pipe, ‘cuz I’ma bust it if there’s pressure

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flame now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch

[Verse 3: Jack Boy & Kodak Black]
Been goin’ hard, think I need to rest up
Been goin’ hard, ’cause really I’m like next up
Ran up that bread, fuck niggas can’t catch up
Run up you dead, we spray you from the neck up
Keep yo’ two cents, you broke, fuck yo’ lecture
Don’t want pressure, my snipers goin’ extra
Don’t you test us, like teachers we give lessons (Yeah, baby)
Cross ’em up, sniper goin’ issa
Hey Jack Boy, this her first time ridin’ in a foreign car
Ay, but she just don’t know that it’s a stolen car
Switch the VIN number, now this shit here mine now
I’m on house arrest, but I still be ridin’ around
And I can’t wife ya up, I can’t be tied down
I put the lighter up, but I can’t put the fire down
Just bought a AP, went lit up my wrist gang
G1 taught me right I got that whip gang
The industry they hit a lick on Biscayne
Fuck the industry I’m in the streets for real mayne
I’d like to stick around niggas say they in the field takin’ pics

[Chorus]
Sniper Gang, John Wicks
Homie, you can’t hang with my klik
You can’t spark my flam now I’m lit
I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch

Kodak Black – Coolin And Booted (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Glee
Sniper Gang
Glee

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

[Verse 1]
I’m zooted in the Phantom so I’m cruisin’
On the way to your lil’ lady, I might fuck her in the booty
Dropped the Cutlass out the sewer
Rockin’ Gucci, this ain’t Coogi
Nigga better stop goin’ to suzy
Nigga, go get you a Cuban link
Pull up, make them bitches faint
I’m doin’ what you niggas can’t
I’ll wet a nigga up, no paint
All of my niggas I’m with don’t think
Youngest nigga in the game
I’m fourteen when I caught a case
I was fifteen with a thirty-eight
I was sixteen, went to Larry James
I’m coolin’ but the block on fire
Scoop the twenty out the pot
None of my niggas ain’t went to college
All of my niggas they out the projects
Drop the money, catch the body
Jimmy Neutron with the rocket
Fuck with me, you know I got it
I do it and won’t talk about it

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

[Verse 2]
Run up if you stupid, come on
Clutchin’ on that wooly, come on
I’m burnin’ in the lootin’ (ayy)
I’m fleein’ in the lootin’
Polo let me hold the Uzi
I just rented me a vert
I be playin’ with that work
Remember playin’ in the dirt
Call me Dora, it’s in my backpack
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat
I’m gon’ always keep a clapback
I’m gon’ always keep a gat
Give me head, I call it a snapback
I just drove up in a hatchback
Got them pounds, ain’t talkin’ hashtags
Boy, I’m workin’ with that sack
Your old lady say you fool
I just ran off with your boo
Told me everythin’ you say
She told me everythin’ you do
Ayy, I’m playin’ with that wool
I’m playin’ with that tool
You fuckin’ with my zoes
Like you playin’ in a zoo, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

Kodak Black – Up In Here (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
I like drowning
Hell yeah, I like drowning
Mm-hmm
I like swimmin’ in that lil’ ocean
Mm-hmm
Real shit
You too
Glee
You act like you gon’ drown me

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

[Verse 1]
I make that pussy feelin’ like it’s mac n’ cheese
Like Dwyane Wade, I be packin’ heat
Got a toy with a whole thirty clip in in it
I fuck with Reckless, that my nigga ’cause he authentic
Got lil Rex on the beat and I am not friendly
I get stupid on a nigga, like I’m autistic
Ain’t do the show without my tooly, I ain’t finna do it
Every time you see me out, I be fuckin’ booted
I wanna shoot that nigga, his plug told me not to do it
Haitian boy [?] I ain’t fuckin’ Rudy
My lil’ homie, he a fool, he quick to go to shootin’
I say the Draco got a drum, you think I’m makin’ music

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

[Verse 2]
Ayy-Bay-Bay, captain jumpin’ out the Wraith
With the K, like I ain’t got nothin’ goin’
Like I ain’t got a fan base, like I don’t be performin’
Like I ain’t got a lot of fans, I count on these tourin’
They don’t let me bring my wooly in the venue
If I can’t fight you, home boy then I’m hittin’ you
Baby girl, that pussy wetter than chicken noodle soup
Baby girl, that pussy sound like ramen noodle soup
That pussy soundin’ like we’re stirrin’ up some gumbo
All my niggas Sniper Gang, they go retund-to
Got too much felonies, I can’t never go to Toronto
I fuck with PeeWee, fuck with Yoshi, fuck with Monto

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolen ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t post up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, they act like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sold no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

Kodak Black – Patty Cake (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Sniper Gang
Yeah, I like this lil’ beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I’m sippin’ on Belaire
Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil’ picture
What this called? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that a way
I’m ’bout to grab the Wraith, I’m ’bout to grab the key
I’m ’bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin’ that today gon’ be a fantastic day
I’m gettin’ tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It’s either I win or you lose, ’cause I won’t accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I’m sippin’ on Belaire ’cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin’ on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I’m ’bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 2]
My chain VVS
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin’ Power Ball
Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane’s
No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
I’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil’ Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the ‘jects

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

Kodak Black – Why They Call You Kodak (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Alright, the name Kodak Black! How’d you get the name Kodak Black? How’d you get the name Kodak Black?
I mean, it’s a lotta ways I could explain it. You know what I’m sayin’?
Brrr, glee, Sniper Gang, ayy
I say, "Man, you gotta let me in the club with my Ruger, man, you got to"

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga

[Verse 1]
I’m on probation, but I’m sly and not even ‘posed to be out
But I’m lurkin’, tryna come see what your press about
See, when it’s ’bout me, I’ma slide, run in yo’ house
See, when it’s ’bout me, niggas die, ’cause I’m in my prime
I ain’t got no time to do no beefin’, like I’m a vegan
See when it’s pressure, I ain’t sleepin’, I ain’t doin’ no tweetin’
And I’ll violate to get a pussy nigga straight
And when I pull up, when I’m bussin’, that shit out the gate
And I don’t leave no shells around with my thirty-eight
And I ain’t wearin’ a suit, but I’ll catch me another case
I ain’t no engineer, but I got that toolie on me bih
And when I’m in the club, I got that Ruger on me bih

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga

[Verse 2]
I shoot a pussy nigga like I’m doin’ a film
I don’t lay up, I cross up like I’m in the gym
I got my shooters with me posted with me under the rim
I got my sniper on the bleacher, you don’t even see him
I got a Beamer, but I’m slidin’ late night in the kill
And I ain’t playin’ football, but I’m really in the field
And Lil’ Kodak, I be flashin’, I’m scared of snappin’
And I ain’t doin’ a show if I can’t come in with my ratchet
A nigga ever snap my chain, I’ma stop rappin’
These niggas don’t really be ’bout the issue, they just be cappin’
I ain’t no engineer, but I got that toolie on me bih
And when I’m in the club, I got that Ruger on me bih

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain’t goin’ in the club, can’t bring my Ruger in it
Ain’t no cameraman, but I’ll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? ‘Cause I’ll shoot a nigga

[Outro]
I mean, it’s a lotta ways I could, I could explain it. You know what I’m sayin’? I be livin’ for the moment. Yeah, I could explain it that way. That’s some fly shit. I think. I ain’t no cameraman though, but I’ll shoot a nigga. I just thought of that, really. People be asking

Kodak Black – Conscience Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Blee
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
I don’t gang-bang but I bang bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main

[Verse 2: Future]
Brown liquor made my dawg insane
Booted up a geek, it’s the same thang
Fish scale or molly, it’s the same name
Murder by the stains, we stain your claim
The big Patek face cost ten chains
Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
Real talk, 150 when it’s plain Jane
Drop the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight
I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel
I kick lil’ dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
I bought that bitch a wig ’cause she ain’t got no hair
I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber ’cause she ain’t got no whip
Thirty golds in my mouth like I’m Stephen Curry
Thirty clip in my Glock ’cause I’m a damn Warrior

[Verse 4: Future]
Streets left me scarred, ain’t no worries
Rack my money up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James Harden
Money make you greedy when you starving
Monisha, Tamica, they vouching
Before I had anything, I was saucing
Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing
All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them

[Verse 5: Kodak Black]
She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her
Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author
I’m credit card swipin’ at the Chase Bank (ey)
Me and Future gang gang, same thang
I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
I remember hittin’ houses, nigga, cash 4 gold
These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul

[Verse 6: Future]
These streets took all my soul from me
Tried to leave me in the cold
These streets took my conscience from me
Now tough love is all I show
I know my niggas got love for me
And they filling up they nose
I know my Levi got love for me
She just want everybody to know

[Verse 7: Kodak Black]
I know my niggas, they be missin’ me
So I be posted on the straw
I don’t even care about how much cash I see
I’m always gon’ be in the know
I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
I bought a brand new K, I can’t wait to let it spray
I’m sorry mom to bring you through so much pain
I said I’m sorry mom, I ain’t mean for it to be this way
Ayy fuck it, bitch, I’m here, I got diamond rings
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m gettin’ paid

[Outro: Kodak Black]
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid

Kodak Black – Patty Cake Lyrics

[Intro]
Sniper Gang
Yeah, I like this lil’ beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I’m sippin’ on Belaire
Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil’ picture
What this car? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that a way
I’m ’bout to grab the Wraith, I’m ’bout to grab the key
I’m ’bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin’ that today gon’ have a fantastic day
I’m gettin’ tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It’s either I win or you lose, ’cause I won’t accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I’m sippin’ on Belaire ’cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin’ on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I’m ’bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 2]
My chain VVS
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin’ Power Ball
Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on [?]
No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
I’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil’ Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the ‘jects

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never Lyrics

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolo ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t pull up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sell no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger