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go get em - kodak black lyrics

[intro: kodak black]
(carl paul)
ktb, kutthroat bill, kutthroat business
k!ll that boy, k!ll that b*tch too
(load it up, carl)

[verse 1: kodak black]
while my heart would turn to gold, it made my head more harder
i never seen lil’ whoadie say that he don’t want no problem
i don’t wanna go back up the road, i gotta be more smarter
but i’ma probably pour a four of the piña colada
told my older b*tch don’t try to show her age on me
she might feel like she got more game and try to play lil’ homie
i’m f*ckin’ with what you sayin’, i ain’t got nothin’ against it
you say you real, so i’ma let you show me how you steppin’
the president let me out of prison, i’ma keep buyin’ presis
i’ma get up and run, go get ’em, it’s on my mind, melly
i went and zapped in, i fell back, i’m ready already
i’m ready already, i’m ready already
they say that dope got b*tches locked, you pushin’ all fetty
the way you bust out with that wap, they know it’s all fetty
i spent a million at the jewelry store last summer
it get better, you can’t be scared of bein’ uncomfortable
i’m a raw lil’ n*gga, i ain’t finna die takin’ percs
i just went through with the formula, i prayed and it worked
i could f*ck with this baby, she work and stay in the church
she be prayin’ that i be safe, she pray that i don’t get murked
purple specks on the bud, i guess we’re smokin’ that purp
[interlude: rob49]
yeah
purple specks on that bud, yeah, i’m smokin’ that purp, n*gga
yeah

[verse 2: rob49]
n*ggas be movin’ homicidal and they don’t want no problems (yeah)
should’ve thought about that sh*t, them n*ggas shot up my mama (shot up my mama)
product of the projects, d*mn near broke his wrist tryna make a nine stretch (yeah)
they ain’t tryna stalk and go t*shirt, sh*t, we’ll do it ourself (do it ourself)
i ain’t ’bout to die takin’ pills (yeah)
they can’t just talk around me extra, n*ggas gotta come show me they real (come show me they real)
we was tryna go rob the gamblin’ table, young duncan live with no filler (yeah)
i don’t talk too much, i get n*ggas smacked, go ask my project, i’m him (project, i’m him)
you the one who said they super solid, n*ggas told on my son (yeah)
put my heart aside (yeah)
my sh*t been broke too many times by n*ggas who i think ridin’ (who i think ridin’)
told ’em don’t pick that side, but n*ggas still went and chose that side (chose that side)
told ’em don’t cross that line ’cause they know d*mn well they gon’ die (yeah)
as soon as they cross that line (hey)
i control my n*ggas (hey)
bag so big, i ain’t send no hitter, i make your family get you (your family get you)
keep actin’ like we don’t know you, lay your head, leave you in that pillow (ayy)
and puttin’ us in that pickle behind god g, ’cause that’s my n*gga (that’s my n*gga)
n*ggas can’t tell me different, woo (yeah)

- kodak black lyrics

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