Kodak Black — Black Hole

[Intro] Shoutout to YodaYae Just pay the guy [Verse 1: Kodak Black] I never had a job, I put the Drac' to work Only way you'll kill me is if you sell me a fake perc' Sliding through Lake Worth, bendin' and politickin' Trying to stay out the hood, but I love me some Broward bitches Skeletons in my closet, gunpowder in my dreads Back and forth with the dead, that's how I got to play it And I got heavy motion, geekin', and pistol totin' I just be kutthroatin', pussy getting bust open [Verse 2: SNAPKATT] Her prolly just over with (Yeah) Finna get it over with (Oh man) I'm totin' the .36 I mean that bitch, holy shit (Holy shit) Nightmare on vulture shit, sorry momma you ain't raise a bitch (No you didn't) I'm drinking Heiyina blood (Ooh) Bitch I lost all my trust (Ooh) Scrub a man Boy I love it now get off the chain Blackhole, this kutthroat business, I know whats, loyal man (I know) I got this shit, 'cause I feel quivers, something ain't fuckin' right (Ain't right) Too many snakes in the daylight, so I move at night (At night) All these stat wounds ain't heal, I'm still ready to kill Then Yak took me in (Yeah), say he know how it feels (Bra) So 'bout that nigga I stand no business, only need to deal For Sykobob I run drills, he put me in the field (Big bra) [Verse 3: Kodak Black] Ayy, niggas know what's up, heavy smoke, horse breath Soon as we get the drop, we right at your doorstep Yeah, that murder for the low, everybody know I deal in death I be higher than a crow, everybody know I'm smoking meth The Bentley bendin' through the Dell, on missions, bendin' by myself I went and got too many M's, I can't be hitting bitches bare I don't need a scale, if shit don't add up, I can tell Me and Syk' niggas for life, until I die, it's NFL, yeah Ain't no way a nigga play that's really rare I've been scopin' for a week for ADT, I'ma get in there Pussy nigga what? You say it's up? Then get me there I do my dog, top shotta, big revolver catch the shell [Verse 4: Syko Bob] I been spinnin' for a minute I think my brain gettin' dizzy My gun got big girl titties I nutted on some else titties We got bodies on bodies Couple cities in Broward don't like me I wack her with a .45 I like to fight fo' wackin' I got off with a handgun Lil' buddy ran in love with his gun Got so much dirt on my boot I got bloodstains on my tooth I got bloodstains on my shin I'm with Lil' Wayne, I spin the Benz Kutthroat I don't need no mo' friends Kutthroat I kill who I kill Jumped out, I'm the only one with answers But instead, Sache went to runnin' Dirty guns and clothes in my closet Fuck nigga done came out the closet Aha, sorry mom They started it