Kodak Black - Project Baby lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black - Project Baby lyrics]
Ayy it's Kodak man
And when my mixtape drop I swear to God
Y'all gon' be filthy project baby
Okay
Look, jit gon' hit a lick
Quick and he can rap (He can rap)
He play ball shoot them dice they like that
(They like that)
How I tote that strap flippin'
Nicks they like that
Got out here and since then
They been fucked up 'bout Lil Black
Keep my pockets fat, I love 'em like that
(I do) get down see low game and
Crosstown and double back
Ayy Lil Kodak I'm from the corner
I'm from the Noya
Fam taught me how to hold that pistol
Straight and put it on ya
Project ho for a sight they put it on ya
Train 'em for some crip
Suck ya up for some zona
Ralph Lauren Polo down Penny Loafers
(Polo down nigga)
Love robbing niggas I got tired of the popo
Blowed basketball (Basketball)
You got me fucked up I blow this rap shit too
I done got back in school they
Say it's the right move
I do me and keep it cool since a toddler
I was brought up with
That bottom boy knowledge
Turned a penny to a dollar
Wally taught me how to water whip
Sticky palm olive was a jit
Like, look at all dem bubbles at da bottom
Project Rugrat, I'm where they slung at
Copped the ounce dime bag by my nutsack
8th-grade goonin', 9th-grade foolin'
10th-grade coolin'
Might come out with a movie (yeah)
Middle school, fool with that ball
High school, can't tell me nothing at all
(None) 14 what I was shooting was not balls
'Bout to be 16 they gon'
Know 'bout you boy he a jit
But he ain't gone run up on ya like no jit
'Cause he dead broke and he
Looking for a fix
He a fool with it but youngin he cool
With it go to school with it
He gon' bring that tool in it
Cash for gold junky
Ain't fucking 'round with no monkeys
Ain't fucking 'round with no beans
Ain't fucking 'round with no dummies
Them cougars on me
Oh them grown hoes wanna throw
They coochie on me
Just bring them social cards to 'em
Just from out the projects
They look up to Lil Kodak i tell 'em
(Take cover I'm 'bout to blow
And they know that)
Get ratchet with it ooh I
Love going on them missions
Bring that ratchet with me and they
Be like Kodak you tripping
'Cause I popped a molly and I
Be happy on them missions
I get real retarded
Slap a nigga with that pistol
My nigga fam put that beast in
Me and I miss 'em
Jaw-locked, mouth all twisted on them mission
Juvenile detention center, same lil' nigga
From a loser to a winner
I'm that same lil' nigga
In a stolo, ridin' round dolo
Do all my shit solo! car smelling like dodo
Project baby
And when my mixtape drop I swear to God
Y'all gon' be filthy project baby
Okay
Look, jit gon' hit a lick
Quick and he can rap (He can rap)
He play ball shoot them dice they like that
(They like that)
How I tote that strap flippin'
Nicks they like that
Got out here and since then
They been fucked up 'bout Lil Black
Keep my pockets fat, I love 'em like that
(I do) get down see low game and
Crosstown and double back
Ayy Lil Kodak I'm from the corner
I'm from the Noya
Fam taught me how to hold that pistol
Straight and put it on ya
Project ho for a sight they put it on ya
Train 'em for some crip
Suck ya up for some zona
Ralph Lauren Polo down Penny Loafers
(Polo down nigga)
Love robbing niggas I got tired of the popo
Blowed basketball (Basketball)
You got me fucked up I blow this rap shit too
I done got back in school they
Say it's the right move
I do me and keep it cool since a toddler
I was brought up with
That bottom boy knowledge
Turned a penny to a dollar
Wally taught me how to water whip
Sticky palm olive was a jit
Like, look at all dem bubbles at da bottom
Project Rugrat, I'm where they slung at
Copped the ounce dime bag by my nutsack
8th-grade goonin', 9th-grade foolin'
10th-grade coolin'
Might come out with a movie (yeah)
Middle school, fool with that ball
High school, can't tell me nothing at all
(None) 14 what I was shooting was not balls
'Bout to be 16 they gon'
Know 'bout you boy he a jit
But he ain't gone run up on ya like no jit
'Cause he dead broke and he
Looking for a fix
He a fool with it but youngin he cool
With it go to school with it
He gon' bring that tool in it
Cash for gold junky
Ain't fucking 'round with no monkeys
Ain't fucking 'round with no beans
Ain't fucking 'round with no dummies
Them cougars on me
Oh them grown hoes wanna throw
They coochie on me
Just bring them social cards to 'em
Just from out the projects
They look up to Lil Kodak i tell 'em
(Take cover I'm 'bout to blow
And they know that)
Get ratchet with it ooh I
Love going on them missions
Bring that ratchet with me and they
Be like Kodak you tripping
'Cause I popped a molly and I
Be happy on them missions
I get real retarded
Slap a nigga with that pistol
My nigga fam put that beast in
Me and I miss 'em
Jaw-locked, mouth all twisted on them mission
Juvenile detention center, same lil' nigga
From a loser to a winner
I'm that same lil' nigga
In a stolo, ridin' round dolo
Do all my shit solo! car smelling like dodo
Project baby