Enchanting - Walk (Kodak Black Freestyle) lyrics
[Enchanting - Walk Kodak Black Freestyle lyrics]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?
The fuck got into you?)
Ayy! Big Chant!
Talk my shit right quick, the fuck?
Ayy
I'm on that drank, so I barely could walk
Excuse me if my words be slurred when I talk
I stacked a few hundred racks in the vault
My nigga be nailing me right to the cross
I'm having real motion, I can't take no loss
I been so deep in that field like I'm Moss
He flashing that money, I'm taking him off
These niggas be bitches, I swear they be soft
Lambo truck, a few hoes in the back
They snappin' up, Kodak, I'm sipping on 'yac
Just rolled a dead man in
The 'Wood and it's fat
How you looking for me when
You know where I'm at?
Got shooters bеhind me, four deep in the 'Lac
Can't love mе no ho, it's Return of The Mack
He asking me why I do him like that?
I'm slow out these drawers
But, I'm quick to react (On God)
I got my fire in the club
Just counted like forty in dubs
Youngest turnt where I'm from like I'm Dugg
I be steppin' on hoes like a rug
Too in the streets, so don't call me your cuz
If it's that, give a fuck what it was
Don't get whacked tryna build you a buzz
Makin' diss songs got your brother killed
Want a war with a boss, need a couple mil'
Been having pape' 'fore I signed a deal
They throwin' dirt, but I'm shining still
On probation, just caught me a case
But, I still carry fire
That's the way I live
Can't no nigga pull up where I stay
On my mama
'cause that's just not what it give
All my opps get deleted, they toe tagged
Up on the scoreboard, we doing 'em so bad
My lil' bitch look like Jolie and
I don't even know Brad
Real bad, facecard eat, I don't need no ass
Your nigga in love with me
Big Chant who he love to see
Got a ho look like Cardi
I'm throwing the B's i been fuckin' hoes
It's gettin' boring to me (Wow)
Kick her out the Maybach, this ho gotta walk
You looking at thirty every time I talk
Hell nah, I ain't chasin' no nigga
Might walk
Spent your money, ain't fucking, no
That's what you thought
And none of my whips don't be rented
They bought
I been gettin' head in the sky in my loft
My lifestyle expensive
You know that shit cost
Wanna fuck, but ain't trickin'
You tickin' me off big Chant
The fuck got into you?)
Ayy! Big Chant!
Talk my shit right quick, the fuck?
Ayy
I'm on that drank, so I barely could walk
Excuse me if my words be slurred when I talk
I stacked a few hundred racks in the vault
My nigga be nailing me right to the cross
I'm having real motion, I can't take no loss
I been so deep in that field like I'm Moss
He flashing that money, I'm taking him off
These niggas be bitches, I swear they be soft
Lambo truck, a few hoes in the back
They snappin' up, Kodak, I'm sipping on 'yac
Just rolled a dead man in
The 'Wood and it's fat
How you looking for me when
You know where I'm at?
Got shooters bеhind me, four deep in the 'Lac
Can't love mе no ho, it's Return of The Mack
He asking me why I do him like that?
I'm slow out these drawers
But, I'm quick to react (On God)
I got my fire in the club
Just counted like forty in dubs
Youngest turnt where I'm from like I'm Dugg
I be steppin' on hoes like a rug
Too in the streets, so don't call me your cuz
If it's that, give a fuck what it was
Don't get whacked tryna build you a buzz
Makin' diss songs got your brother killed
Want a war with a boss, need a couple mil'
Been having pape' 'fore I signed a deal
They throwin' dirt, but I'm shining still
On probation, just caught me a case
But, I still carry fire
That's the way I live
Can't no nigga pull up where I stay
On my mama
'cause that's just not what it give
All my opps get deleted, they toe tagged
Up on the scoreboard, we doing 'em so bad
My lil' bitch look like Jolie and
I don't even know Brad
Real bad, facecard eat, I don't need no ass
Your nigga in love with me
Big Chant who he love to see
Got a ho look like Cardi
I'm throwing the B's i been fuckin' hoes
It's gettin' boring to me (Wow)
Kick her out the Maybach, this ho gotta walk
You looking at thirty every time I talk
Hell nah, I ain't chasin' no nigga
Might walk
Spent your money, ain't fucking, no
That's what you thought
And none of my whips don't be rented
They bought
I been gettin' head in the sky in my loft
My lifestyle expensive
You know that shit cost
Wanna fuck, but ain't trickin'
You tickin' me off big Chant