Karaoké No Flockin Kodak Black

Damn, that's so sad

K-K-K, K-K

Young nigga, I got old cash

Spazzin' on they ass

I got Prada on my hoe ass

Got my last one mad

Pop a nigga like a damn tag

Shoppin' on they ass

I just bought a new old Jag

Yeah, it's so fast

Smokin' flocka, you a jackass

All I smoke is gas

Don't you ask me where the pole at

Where your clothes at

I ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas

Dammit, but y'all trippin', too

Is it you, damn, my nigga

What the hell got into you

Project Baby y'all was skippin' in the hallway

I was skippin' school

On my Ps and Qs

On them jiggas call me jiggaboo

Bleedin' concrete

Bet you niggas won't come 'cross the street

Pardon me

I don't talk to you so don't you talk to me

I ain't dissin' on nobody B

I'm vibin' on the beat

Honestly, I'm just tryin' to be

I just gotta be

Tryin' to get over on anything

They tellin' lies to me

I spent five on my pinky ring

She love my diamond ring

Anyway, I'm married to the game

She said her vows to me

I ain't gettin' on my knees

Babe, you bow down to me

You go down for me

You lay down and do the time for me

Sorry, boo, yeah, I lie to you but don't you lie to me

It's little Kodak, the finesse kid

Boy who hot as me

Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid

I smoke broccoli

I will run around your whole board like Monopoly

Ol' boy, you's a broke boy

Flocka's got you beat

Chocolate, call me Reese's

Can't catch me without the piece

C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down

You fallin' off your feet

I will trick your ass for a treat

Call it Halloween

Yeah, that money's what

I play for, call it lottery

Goddamn, you's a clown to me

You's a clown to me

You can't smoke no

Black and Mild with me

Get in the car with me

You a funny guy

Don't you even joke around with me

How could it be

Get from 'round a G

You grounded from me

I'm a freeband junkie

You a junkie

You gettin' skinny

I'm gettin' chunky gettin' money

Want some food

Boy, you hungry

I want them hundreds hundreds