Lyrical Breakdown of Kodak Black - Killing It (Freshout) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Polo Boy Production
My nigga Que, Johnny
(Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so I am killin' it!)
Ooh, Kodak, I'm so sick I be illin' it (ew)
I come with that swag, and they be feelin' it (they be feelin' it)
Youngest nigga in the building, how I get in it? (Oh, how I get in here)
The DJ fuck with Kodak, he be spinnin' it (oh, he be spinnin' it)
Coudn't never save my money, I kept spendin' it (I kept spendin' it)
On silly shit, just wilin', bein' ignorant (call my young nigga)
Now I'm flippin' it, and doin' tricks with it (on my young nigga)
Gettin' money, I just keep on gettin' it
Kodak moment, when I come through they be filmin' it (they be on a nigga)
You niggas fam and them, I ain't no friend to them (I ain't no friend of you)
My homie Shade and I, I call him Eminem (that's crazy man)
Flies everywhere, oh, I be killin' em (oh I be killin' em)
Lil Kodak on the beat, that's why you listenin' (that's why you listenin')
I got gold all on my teeth, yeah, they be glistenin' (glistenin')
Swimmin' in the money, you's a fisherman? (You's a fisherman?)
Kodak bop and skrt, skrt, I be stickin' it (I be stickin' it)
My nigga Jam, he in a predicament (he's in situation)
I gave her the boot, just call me Timberland
You a hatin' nigga, I pulled up adrenaline (I pull up the energy)
Told her give me head first, 'cause I'm a gentleman (I told her go first)
All I do spaz, I keep doin' it (I keep doin' it)
I'm finessin' for the cash, I'm maneuverin' it
Sorry, baby, I can't be your Superman (I can't see you motherfucker)
I keep my K's up, call me Kunta K (always win motherfucker)
Catch me gettin' two of them Benz, goin' super saiyan
Free my nigga Cool, free lil' Cool and them
Free my nigga Polo Pool, free Soo Woo and them
T-Bird done went down, he brung the crew with him
I be slidin' on my lonely, I be coolin' it (I be coolin' it)
I'm glad I'm in the coupe, 'cause only two can fit (only two can fit)
Young Money on them flockas, and he losin' it (my nigga out of mind)
Bam on them flockas, on that stupid shit (he got 'em loss man)
I'm all about my guala, stick and move and shit (all about my money)
You is just a groupie, you a bougie bitch (just a fucking dick)
I don't like you, I just like the way yo' booty sit (I just like your booty)
Told her move, get out the way, call me Ludacris (yeah, call me Luda-)
Oh, yeah, I'm smoother than some lubricant (smoother)
Don't go there, 'cause I don't wanna shoot a bitch
Okay
Ayy, 1800 block, Project Baby
Know your boy, ugly corner boy
Ayy, ayy (Polo Boy Production)