Kodak Black - Hitting Houses lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black - Hitting Houses lyrics]
Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, we hit lots of houses
I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun
Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge
I don't show love, I got cold blood
I'm on four drugs tryna hold on
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, I hit lots of houses
I'm on pink Mollys, I'm on brown bombers
I'm on Vicodin, I'm on meth and all
He killed four niggas, he don't want a job
I'm on cold feelings
I don't wanna go so hard
I take flat screens, but I prefer jewelry
I am not a thief, I just love stealin'
I don't leave a mess and I be in a hurry
Ain't you got a check? So
Why you doin' burglaries?
I get off the topic, uh
I drink lots of coffee
Uh
She my new favorite, she from Milwaukee
He gon' think he skatin', uh
Let him think he walkin'
Then turn 'round and spark him
I don't like to argue
Made it out the bricks
That shit wasn't easy
Straight up out the wick, I hit big pieces
Credit cards and socials
I get lots of pieces
Gotta yellow poker, but
Ain't nothin' cheesy
Ayy
Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly
Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, we hit lots of houses
I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun
Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge
I don't show love, I got cold blood
I'm on four drugs tryna hold on
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, I hit lots of houses
I be cashin' literally
I be breakin' and enterin'
She keep playin' with her clitoris
I almost fuck around
Pissed in it
I came home in December
It wasn't even much winter
I'm on nine hundred milligrams
I can't even remember
I ain't no plain jane, everything be busted
I ain't sparin' nothin
I don't care if she busted
Shawty still chasin'
But I don't throw no money
I'm in Club Oasis, bust it, baby, bust it
Suck my dick and vomit
I want eggs and omelette
I'm a whole killer
How did I get into college?
I'm a headhunter, I rock Ferragamo
Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly
Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, we hit lots of houses
I ain't James Bond, but I got a gold gun
Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don't hold grudge
I don't show love, I got cold blood
I'm on four drugs tryna hold on
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, I hit lots of houses