Kodak Black - Feb 14 lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black - Feb 14 lyrics]
Ladies and gentlemen
All that lil' slick shit
All that lil' fake ass shit
When I be readin' that shit, man
Y'all don't really fuck with me, ayy, ayy
Ayy you don't really fuck with me
So stop actin' like you fuck with me
'Cause I ain't gon' act like
I fuck with you and put that shit on blast
Ayy
Ayy, you don't really fuck with me
So you could just cut it out
I see you know I peep what you all about
You ain't fuckin' over me
I rather fuck your mouth
You just wanna roll with me and
Soak up all my clout
Gettin' tried of niggas reachin'
Out and tryna talk so much flavor
All these haters keep on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I fuck with that)
I ain't even write it down, Red Skelton
Laugh out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I ain't never go through no heart surgery
(uh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause I can't see no lil' hoe hurtin' me
(ayy, ayy)
But I done broke some hearts, ask my clergy
B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the fuck this
Nigga in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm like what the fuck
This nigga been watchin' me?
Like how this nigga sittin' here
Tellin' me about me?
Antoneisha say I was fightin' in my dream
(ayy) that lil' bih Chelsea say I'm
Fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got three angels on my team fightin' demons
Lil' bih, nigga, I kill, stealin'
I be cheatin' (yeah, nah, nah)
Ain't no grim, yeah, but I be reapin'
(ayy, yuh) ayy, it's Valentine's Day
But I'm Halloweenin' (yuh)
I spin, bend, merry-go-round
Even when I'm married, nigga
I'm hoein' around
I don't believe in karma, that shit is flaw
'Cause I done let out rounds
And it didn't come back around (yeah)
Identity theft (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
That's my occupation, I love to pop checks
(identity theft)
I was the first in the ring
A Rolls Royce in my projects
(yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get me wrong, I love myself
But I love identity theft (ayy, ayy)
They ask me what's my hobby, bitch
Identity theft i be runnin' up that money
Gotta take a deep breath i know what's up
I keep my ear to the streets like I'm a elf
Fuck it, I'm writin' now, iPhone 7S
No, I ain't like you Internet clowns
This a real bulletproof vest
I'm conditioned to the streets
Grew up to the streets
I done grew up 'fore I
Ever went through puberty
I just gave a fool that
Business with that foolery
Start jackin' niggas and whackin' niggas
First I was snatchin' jewelry
I bag a nigga like groceries
Watch how you approachin' me
Fuck you, hoe, you could leave
Ain't no emotions to me
Drop a hoe like a 14
I'm posted up, Dope Boy Ree's
I gave my heart to the streets
But I got a soft spot for my old G
HBK, heartbreak kid, February 14 (yeah)
HBK, Heart Break Kodak, February 14 (yeah)
Touch everybody 'round the country
February 14
Yeah, I'm lovin', and I'm thuggin'
February 14 on that coffee and that cocoa
I ain't on codeine
I ain't been on no lean, February 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itchin'
You would think I'm a dope fiend
February 14, yeah, this February 14 (ayy)
All that lil' slick shit
All that lil' fake ass shit
When I be readin' that shit, man
Y'all don't really fuck with me, ayy, ayy
Ayy you don't really fuck with me
So stop actin' like you fuck with me
'Cause I ain't gon' act like
I fuck with you and put that shit on blast
Ayy
Ayy, you don't really fuck with me
So you could just cut it out
I see you know I peep what you all about
You ain't fuckin' over me
I rather fuck your mouth
You just wanna roll with me and
Soak up all my clout
Gettin' tried of niggas reachin'
Out and tryna talk so much flavor
All these haters keep on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I fuck with that)
I ain't even write it down, Red Skelton
Laugh out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I ain't never go through no heart surgery
(uh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause I can't see no lil' hoe hurtin' me
(ayy, ayy)
But I done broke some hearts, ask my clergy
B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the fuck this
Nigga in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm like what the fuck
This nigga been watchin' me?
Like how this nigga sittin' here
Tellin' me about me?
Antoneisha say I was fightin' in my dream
(ayy) that lil' bih Chelsea say I'm
Fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got three angels on my team fightin' demons
Lil' bih, nigga, I kill, stealin'
I be cheatin' (yeah, nah, nah)
Ain't no grim, yeah, but I be reapin'
(ayy, yuh) ayy, it's Valentine's Day
But I'm Halloweenin' (yuh)
I spin, bend, merry-go-round
Even when I'm married, nigga
I'm hoein' around
I don't believe in karma, that shit is flaw
'Cause I done let out rounds
And it didn't come back around (yeah)
Identity theft (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
That's my occupation, I love to pop checks
(identity theft)
I was the first in the ring
A Rolls Royce in my projects
(yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get me wrong, I love myself
But I love identity theft (ayy, ayy)
They ask me what's my hobby, bitch
Identity theft i be runnin' up that money
Gotta take a deep breath i know what's up
I keep my ear to the streets like I'm a elf
Fuck it, I'm writin' now, iPhone 7S
No, I ain't like you Internet clowns
This a real bulletproof vest
I'm conditioned to the streets
Grew up to the streets
I done grew up 'fore I
Ever went through puberty
I just gave a fool that
Business with that foolery
Start jackin' niggas and whackin' niggas
First I was snatchin' jewelry
I bag a nigga like groceries
Watch how you approachin' me
Fuck you, hoe, you could leave
Ain't no emotions to me
Drop a hoe like a 14
I'm posted up, Dope Boy Ree's
I gave my heart to the streets
But I got a soft spot for my old G
HBK, heartbreak kid, February 14 (yeah)
HBK, Heart Break Kodak, February 14 (yeah)
Touch everybody 'round the country
February 14
Yeah, I'm lovin', and I'm thuggin'
February 14 on that coffee and that cocoa
I ain't on codeine
I ain't been on no lean, February 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itchin'
You would think I'm a dope fiend
February 14, yeah, this February 14 (ayy)