Str8 Bars Lyrics

Str8 Bars - Kodak Black

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Kodak

Project baby

Aw man I forgot where my head went

Goddamn lost the top of my coupe again

Got a playground on my neck

Nigga my chain swing

Got three models they all wearin' the same thing

Pull up, throw my keys to you nigga valet park

You can't even crank my shit up that's push to start

She say, "Kodak you get on my damn nerves"

And I say, "Bitch you got on my dick first!"

My pinky ring bout bigger than my head is

And all yall lookin down at my feet when I said this

My top flew off my zoos same color as my whip

These diamonds on my wrist same color as my bitch

She yellow bone she like LOL

You hear that smell it's so loud like turn it down

She like LOL you hear that smell it's so loud, you get it now?

You get it

It's so loud, you hear that smell?

Like the weed loud

You hear it, it's loud

Turn it down

I can do this shit because you niggas jokes

I can crack jokes on you niggas while I'm in the booth, man

'Cause I'm laughing at you niggas

You niggas characters, man

It's Kodak Black, Project Baby

Never know how I'm coming

They just know I'm coming

They just know when I pull up

They just know I'm stunting

Kodak, and you know that

Ain't fuck with me before rap

I been had swag before rap

I run the game and you know that

Never know until I appear

VVS Diamonds so clear

I can end you niggas career

True Religion jeans on my rear

She say, "Kodak you get on my damn nerves"

I'm so fly, I be shitting on Mockingbirds

Bang, I'm reloaded, uh

My wrists frozen

The kid golden

The streets chose him

I'm back at it

It's Lil Black at it

Hopped in the booth with these cameras on me

Like a jack rabbit

Oh, I count up, no mathematics

Oh, I'm so fly, no aerobatic

I'm so high and you know I'm that guy

Money longer than Pinocchio's nose

Nigga I won't lie

My money longer than Pinocchio's nose

I won't lie

Y'know, every time Pinocchio lies his nose grows

But I won't lie

I swear to God I crack myself up, dog

I'ma do this shit every time

I'ma keep you niggas there all the time

I be tryna let them breathe a little bit

Now I'm finna suffocate you niggas

Uh, I got it

And I been knew I got it

I run the game you niggas lame

Wanna battle me? I doubt it

Look Kodak, Koly

I rock foreign

You niggas boring

C4 Bond's Benz I blow it

I'm flowing

Fuck these hoes, I don't need them for the moment

Just fucked the booth that bitch be wet

She be super soaking

She say, "Kodak you just think you everything."

Make it rain in the club, see the storm looking out your window pane

B-ball

I'm classic, no Reebok

Your girl sat on this dick and she called Cee Lo

I meant that

Why should I joke?

Take notes to these lyrics I wrote

Somebody call a mechanic, man these niggas broke

Woah, a nigga swag stupid like Moe

Get dumb on the beat like Larry, Curley

Brain freeze, my neck so cold

I got it

And I been knew I had it

I'm getting bread now these niggas wanna jam

Lil Kodak wanna make a sandwich, uh

I'm getting bread so they wanna jam me

They wanna make a sandwich

A PB&J sandwich, I swear to God

It's Kodak Black

Project Baby, ghetto child

The golden one

They say I'm the chosen one, hm

You niggas might as well give up man

If you sleeping on me, wake up