Kodak Black - Catch Flight lyrics

Jay-Jay R ha, for real
This gon' blow AD sniper (Uh, huh)
Let's get it lil Kodak in the Kodak flights
Turn up, turn up check

I don't catch feelings, bitch
I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)
I used to sell rocks, now I'm rocking Mic's
(I'm on that rich shit)
I'ma show you what a boss​ look like
(I'm on that rich shit)
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight
(I'm on that rich shit)
I was living wrong, got my money right
(I'm on that rich shit)
I hustled all day, hustled all night
(I'm on that rich shit)
Told me life is a gamble
​​​ but I was shooting dice
(I'm on that rich shit)
And I don't catch feelings, bitch
I catch flight (Now I'm on that rich shit)

They say my flow mean, dress code nice
I'll pull up in a Jag', used to steal bikes
Black nigga, not a racist
I was selling white
I had to stay down, now, my car sitting high
I was bussin' licks, putting hit's
Totin' heat
Jumped in head first, I was in deep​​​
Pockets full of rocks, not a kid
Rocked the beat shoot the streets
I can't let them crackers down me
AD put me on my feet, said my time here
Audemar wrap my wrist, yeah my time clear
And I don't see you hating niggas
I be going blind
I'm on my first class shit, I be so fly

I don't catch feelings, bitch
I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)
I used to sell rocks, now I'm rocking Mic's
(I'm on that rich shit)
I'ma show you what a boss​ look like
(I'm on that rich shit)
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight
(I'm on that rich shit)
I was living wrong, got my money right
(I'm on that rich shit)
I hustled all day, hustled all night
(I'm on that rich shit)
Told me life is a gamble
​​​ but I was shooting dice
(I'm on that rich shit)
And I don't catch feelings, bitch
I catch flight (Now I'm on that rich shit)

I'm picking up checks, I don't fall in love
(No It ain't)
I don't catch feelings, I just catch a nut
I was dead broke nigga, now I live it up
Took off in a private jet
And landed on the plug
Keep designer on my body, I'm a auto-pilot
I'm a sniper
Run up on me, don't you think about it
I just poured up a four, sipping dirty Fanta
I was catching the city bus
Now I'm in a Phantom
I was popping down rocks
Giving licks to Santa (Skrrt)
Project baby, shitting on a nigga
Where my pamper?
Cake like my birthday, blow it like a candle
(Let's go) got this shit under control
I'm 'bout to flip the channel

I don't catch feelings, bitch
I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)
I used to sell rocks, now I'm rocking Mic's
(I'm on that rich shit)
I'ma show you what a boss​ look like
(I'm on that rich shit)
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight
(I'm on that rich shit)
I was living wrong, got my money right
(I'm on that rich shit)
I hustled all day, hustled all night
(I'm on that rich shit)
Told me life is a gamble
​​​ but I was shooting dice
(I'm on that rich shit)
And I don't catch feelings, bitch
I catch flight (Now I'm on that rich shit)