Kodak Black - Corrlinks and JPay

Ear Dummers
Sniper gang
Mike WiLL Made-It

I'm like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin'
No homie, this ain't lean, I'm drinkin' lemonade
I ain't talkin' Blige but I'm blowin' Mary J.
You would think I'm blind 'cause I be rockin' heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, I'ma let it rain
'Cause I be walkin' round with a big scary chain
On when I'm posted up, I'm sellin' candy cane
Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate
I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope lock up
I drop the 5 in the deuce like I'm Urlacher
Don't make me run up in your gig 'cause I'm a show stopper
I got 99 bands, I ain't got no problems
Ayy, repeat what you just said, you don't want no problems
I'm patient, when she give me head, I call her dome doctor
I keep a pep in my step like I'm pimp walkin'
I run up in your home like I'm Macaulay Culkin
I got lil shawty, on that reefer now she Kodak boppin'
When I jump up in the Beamer, I be thot hoppin'
All this Perc' in the lean got me sleep walkin'
I'm booted up, Molly Jolly, I don't need coffee
I'm tryna blow the fuck up, those crackers lock me down
They got me on the seventh floor, I'm tryna hit the groud
I'm tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me down
I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down

Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

For all my niggas waitin' on some pictures through the Corrlink
I know your people ain't keep it real like they supposed to be
Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can eat
That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the streets
I just hit my cousin one today, through the email
I know that feelin' that you feelin' and I love you, fam
Just like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam
This for them niggas eatin' zoon zoons and waaa waa
And your girl got a new nigga but she gon' leave him when you release
Feel like everybody shakin', they be loyal for a week
That boy Jimmy told me "Black you a Prophet nigga"
'Cause when you spit that real shit itt be like God sent you

Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

Written by:
Dieuson Octave, Samuel Gloade, Michael Williams

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