Kodak Black - Off the Land lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black - Off the Land lyrics]
The man with the plan, I ain't playin'
I'm 'bout business
Lil' Kodak had to get it off the land
Talkin' Disney you told on your mans
Went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin' on a Xan, I swear to God
It got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin' lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail
You niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin' me
How I'm suckin' on her titties
I'm paintin' pictures
Everythin' I say you see it vivid
Lil' Kodak makin' movies
I have you feelin' like you in it
I don't make no bubblegum music
I spit that real shit
You don't live this life, when
You hear my songs
You'll feel like you lived it
I don't got no lady 'cause these
Bitches never like to listen
Gettin' bread every day
I graduated from biscuit's
I don't do karate
So why lil' shawty wanna kick it?
The Audi got four rings
It think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money launderin' i got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)
The man with the plan, I ain't playin'
I'm 'bout business
Lil' Kodak had to get it off the land
Talkin' Disney you told on your mans
Went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin' on a Xan, I swear to God
It got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin' lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail
You niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin' me
How I'm suckin' on her titties
Ain't talkin' Disney but I had to
Get it off the land
When you see me, I'm booted up
Ain't talkin' Timberland
No not Boyardee but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleepin' knowin' that
You ratted on your man? Like a newborn baby
How I'm suckin' on her breast
I got two fingers up her
Dress and she already wet
I'm calculatin' every move
This shit like playin' chess
AR-15 with the scope just
Like I'm Ron Artest all you bitches
You can't touch this like I'm MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cuttin'
Dope with Arm & Hammer?
When I was jumpin' in them
Houses like I'm fuckin' Santa
They send me to the slammer
You won't even send a letter
The man with the plan, I ain't playin'
I'm 'bout business
Lil' Kodak had to get it off the land
Talkin' Disney you told on your mans
Went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin' on a Xan, I swear to God
It got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin' lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail
You niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin' me
How I'm suckin' on her titties
I'm 'bout business
Lil' Kodak had to get it off the land
Talkin' Disney you told on your mans
Went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin' on a Xan, I swear to God
It got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin' lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail
You niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin' me
How I'm suckin' on her titties
I'm paintin' pictures
Everythin' I say you see it vivid
Lil' Kodak makin' movies
I have you feelin' like you in it
I don't make no bubblegum music
I spit that real shit
You don't live this life, when
You hear my songs
You'll feel like you lived it
I don't got no lady 'cause these
Bitches never like to listen
Gettin' bread every day
I graduated from biscuit's
I don't do karate
So why lil' shawty wanna kick it?
The Audi got four rings
It think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money launderin' i got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)
The man with the plan, I ain't playin'
I'm 'bout business
Lil' Kodak had to get it off the land
Talkin' Disney you told on your mans
Went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin' on a Xan, I swear to God
It got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin' lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail
You niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin' me
How I'm suckin' on her titties
Ain't talkin' Disney but I had to
Get it off the land
When you see me, I'm booted up
Ain't talkin' Timberland
No not Boyardee but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleepin' knowin' that
You ratted on your man? Like a newborn baby
How I'm suckin' on her breast
I got two fingers up her
Dress and she already wet
I'm calculatin' every move
This shit like playin' chess
AR-15 with the scope just
Like I'm Ron Artest all you bitches
You can't touch this like I'm MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cuttin'
Dope with Arm & Hammer?
When I was jumpin' in them
Houses like I'm fuckin' Santa
They send me to the slammer
You won't even send a letter
The man with the plan, I ain't playin'
I'm 'bout business
Lil' Kodak had to get it off the land
Talkin' Disney you told on your mans
Went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin' on a Xan, I swear to God
It got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin' lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail
You niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin' me
How I'm suckin' on her titties