Kodak Black, Humble Haitian - Harrassin Me lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black, Humble Haitian - Harrassin Me lyrics]
On my instagram lurkin' (Pluggz)
Blowin' me up, blowin' me up
You blowin' me up
Girl what you annoyin' me for
Annoyin' me for? Okay
Why you in my business?
Got my phone chirpin', you steady snappin'
Told you bitch I'm workin', I'm in traffic
You do that shit on purpose
Stop harassin' me
I ain't fuck that other bitch
So why you askin' me?
Steady gettin' mad, you can leave
When you know I'm on the road
I'm comin' back next week
Just be cappin' at me
Got them hoes in our business
They be laughin' at me
Can't be laid up 'cause I'm gone
If I wasn't paid up
You wouldn't be blowin' up my phone
Why you worried 'bout them hoes?
You be with that bullshit
I'm 'bout to leave yo ass alone
Tryin' to stack it up like chicken
I need a bone
So I need my a chicken man then I'm gone
F Tight Jag tinted, man
I'm bendin' corners
Ain't no nigga like a nigga from the Noya
I'm tryin' to get this money
You keep callin' my phone
You don't wanna leave me alone
Callin' me 'bout what you heard
Bitch you need to swerve
Give you everything you need
I even give you lean but
Bitch you keep on trippin'
Bitch you must be trickin'
You know I'm always workin'
I ain't got time for no hoe
You actin' like you wanna leave
It's up to you to go
Cause I ain't got no time for
This fuck shit no more
I'm gettin' too much money to
Let a bitch start trackin'
It's like I'm lookin' at a book
The way I could read you
If I gotta choke you out then
Bitch I don't need you
Come and try to throw hands and
Put them crackas on me
That's why I rather be all about my money
I fuck with you 100 but
You don't fuck with me
Steady goin' through my phone
What the fuck you tryna see?
What you tryna see, what you tryna see?
People swear you be trippin' always
On that fuck shit
Supposed to be my humble bitch but
You on that stupid shit
Grindin' tryin' to get rich
Bitch you never gave me shit
Quit callin' my phone and shit
Girl you actin' like a jit
Blowin' me up, blowin' me up
You blowin' me up
Girl what you annoyin' me for
Annoyin' me for? Okay
Why you in my business?
Got my phone chirpin', you steady snappin'
Told you bitch I'm workin', I'm in traffic
You do that shit on purpose
Stop harassin' me
I ain't fuck that other bitch
So why you askin' me?
Steady gettin' mad, you can leave
When you know I'm on the road
I'm comin' back next week
Just be cappin' at me
Got them hoes in our business
They be laughin' at me
Can't be laid up 'cause I'm gone
If I wasn't paid up
You wouldn't be blowin' up my phone
Why you worried 'bout them hoes?
You be with that bullshit
I'm 'bout to leave yo ass alone
Tryin' to stack it up like chicken
I need a bone
So I need my a chicken man then I'm gone
F Tight Jag tinted, man
I'm bendin' corners
Ain't no nigga like a nigga from the Noya
I'm tryin' to get this money
You keep callin' my phone
You don't wanna leave me alone
Callin' me 'bout what you heard
Bitch you need to swerve
Give you everything you need
I even give you lean but
Bitch you keep on trippin'
Bitch you must be trickin'
You know I'm always workin'
I ain't got time for no hoe
You actin' like you wanna leave
It's up to you to go
Cause I ain't got no time for
This fuck shit no more
I'm gettin' too much money to
Let a bitch start trackin'
It's like I'm lookin' at a book
The way I could read you
If I gotta choke you out then
Bitch I don't need you
Come and try to throw hands and
Put them crackas on me
That's why I rather be all about my money
I fuck with you 100 but
You don't fuck with me
Steady goin' through my phone
What the fuck you tryna see?
What you tryna see, what you tryna see?
People swear you be trippin' always
On that fuck shit
Supposed to be my humble bitch but
You on that stupid shit
Grindin' tryin' to get rich
Bitch you never gave me shit
Quit callin' my phone and shit
Girl you actin' like a jit