Pesos Baby
Who the hell is this man? It's
Lil' Kodak in this shit
So what, so what, I'm still hittin' licks
I be in the studio, I'm dropping hit's
And plus
Guess what? I'm still hittin' licks
That rappin' put this Rollie on my wrist
(Uh, huh)
I hit a lick and put some Forgi's on my whip
Stick and move, I'm on it every day
Run up on me, I'ma let it spray
Haitian boy, I'm riding with the flag (yeah)
Bible on the mother f*cking dash
Boy, I tear the street up when I pass
Skrt, skrt, Jag on ya' ass
Gettin' money, I be bossin' up my life
You a junkie, you just flockin' up yo' life
I'm in the field runnin' wit' my gun
Look at you, you walkin' wit' a knife
Kodak boppin' on the Mollies
I be turned up every night
In the trap house with my partners
Then we out here shootin' dice
Boy, I'm still hittin' licks
I be with the shit's
It's lil' Kodak and you know that It
Won't get no real than this
Crackas gave my dog a sentence
Ended with a period
I'm so serious, Road Runner, I'm mysterious
And yo' girlfriend is a monkey
She so curious
Who the hell is this man? It's
Lil' Kodak in this shit
So what, so what, I'm still hittin' licks
I be in the studio, I'm dropping hit's
And plus
Guess what? I'm still hittin' licks
I'm in New York
I'm ballin' like the Knicks
Fourteen years old
I was baggin' on them nicks
Had the zone and pad
I re'd-up wit' the Crip
No Dorito bags, I'm all about my chips
Hittin' lick, I finesse your shit and take
Off wit' your shit
How I jump right through yo' window
Just call me Karate Kid
Real recognize real, nigga, it's so obvious
I got ninety-nine problems
I got zero tolerance
Dirty money, dirty filthy money, yeah
That sloppy shit
On that 'ngac, sippin' on that Brown, yeah
That Bobby shit keep that shit 1K, yeah
I still be clutchin' on my 40
He a phony, he is not my homie
I don't f*ck wit' Shorty
And I'm on my way to my lick
He say he want a 40
My daddy ran away from me
Somebody call Maury raiders hit the block
They pulled up right up on me
They was rollin' in a Taurus
You ain't hear my motherf*cking chorus?
I jump right through your window
And you know it
It's Lil' Kodak Black polo to the floor
Sippin' on lean
I don't drink no f*ckin' Moet
Who the hell is this man? It's
Lil' Kodak in this shit
So what, so what, I'm still hittin' licks
I be in the studio, I'm dropping hit's
And plus
Guess what? I'm still hittin' licks
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Pesos Baby
Who the hell is this man? It's
Lil' Kodak in this shit
So what, so what, I'm still hittin' licks
I be in the studio, I'm dropping hit's
And plus
Guess what? I'm still hittin' licks
That rappin' put this Rollie on my wrist
(Uh, huh)
I hit a lick and put some Forgi's on my whip
Stick and move, I'm on it every day
Run up on me, I'ma let it spray
Haitian boy, I'm riding with the flag (yeah)
Bible on the mother f*cking dash
Boy, I tear the street up when I pass
Skrt, skrt, Jag on ya' ass
Gettin' money, I be bossin' up my life
You a junkie, you just flockin' up yo' life
I'm in the field runnin' wit' my gun
Look at you, you walkin' wit' a knife
Kodak boppin' on the Mollies
I be turned up every night
In the trap house with my partners
Then we out here shootin' dice
Boy, I'm still hittin' licks
I be with the shit's
It's lil' Kodak and you know that It
Won't get no real than this
Crackas gave my dog a sentence
Ended with a period
I'm so serious, Road Runner, I'm mysterious
And yo' girlfriend is a monkey
She so curious
Who the hell is this man? It's
Lil' Kodak in this shit
So what, so what, I'm still hittin' licks
I be in the studio, I'm dropping hit's
And plus
Guess what? I'm still hittin' licks
I'm in New York
I'm ballin' like the Knicks
Fourteen years old
I was baggin' on them nicks
Had the zone and pad
I re'd-up wit' the Crip
No Dorito bags, I'm all about my chips
Hittin' lick, I finesse your shit and take
Off wit' your shit
How I jump right through yo' window
Just call me Karate Kid
Real recognize real, nigga, it's so obvious
I got ninety-nine problems
I got zero tolerance
Dirty money, dirty filthy money, yeah
That sloppy shit
On that 'ngac, sippin' on that Brown, yeah
That Bobby shit keep that shit 1K, yeah
I still be clutchin' on my 40
He a phony, he is not my homie
I don't f*ck wit' Shorty
And I'm on my way to my lick
He say he want a 40
My daddy ran away from me
Somebody call Maury raiders hit the block
They pulled up right up on me
They was rollin' in a Taurus
You ain't hear my motherf*cking chorus?
I jump right through your window
And you know it
It's Lil' Kodak Black polo to the floor
Sippin' on lean
I don't drink no f*ckin' Moet
Who the hell is this man? It's
Lil' Kodak in this shit
So what, so what, I'm still hittin' licks
I be in the studio, I'm dropping hit's
And plus
Guess what? I'm still hittin' licks
Who the hell is this man? It's
Lil' Kodak in this shit
So what, so what, I'm still hittin' licks
I be in the studio, I'm dropping hit's
And plus
Guess what? I'm still hittin' licks
That rappin' put this Rollie on my wrist
(Uh, huh)
I hit a lick and put some Forgi's on my whip
Stick and move, I'm on it every day
Run up on me, I'ma let it spray
Haitian boy, I'm riding with the flag (yeah)
Bible on the mother f*cking dash
Boy, I tear the street up when I pass
Skrt, skrt, Jag on ya' ass
Gettin' money, I be bossin' up my life
You a junkie, you just flockin' up yo' life
I'm in the field runnin' wit' my gun
Look at you, you walkin' wit' a knife
Kodak boppin' on the Mollies
I be turned up every night
In the trap house with my partners
Then we out here shootin' dice
Boy, I'm still hittin' licks
I be with the shit's
It's lil' Kodak and you know that It
Won't get no real than this
Crackas gave my dog a sentence
Ended with a period
I'm so serious, Road Runner, I'm mysterious
And yo' girlfriend is a monkey
She so curious
Who the hell is this man? It's
Lil' Kodak in this shit
So what, so what, I'm still hittin' licks
I be in the studio, I'm dropping hit's
And plus
Guess what? I'm still hittin' licks
I'm in New York
I'm ballin' like the Knicks
Fourteen years old
I was baggin' on them nicks
Had the zone and pad
I re'd-up wit' the Crip
No Dorito bags, I'm all about my chips
Hittin' lick, I finesse your shit and take
Off wit' your shit
How I jump right through yo' window
Just call me Karate Kid
Real recognize real, nigga, it's so obvious
I got ninety-nine problems
I got zero tolerance
Dirty money, dirty filthy money, yeah
That sloppy shit
On that 'ngac, sippin' on that Brown, yeah
That Bobby shit keep that shit 1K, yeah
I still be clutchin' on my 40
He a phony, he is not my homie
I don't f*ck wit' Shorty
And I'm on my way to my lick
He say he want a 40
My daddy ran away from me
Somebody call Maury raiders hit the block
They pulled up right up on me
They was rollin' in a Taurus
You ain't hear my motherf*cking chorus?
I jump right through your window
And you know it
It's Lil' Kodak Black polo to the floor
Sippin' on lean
I don't drink no f*ckin' Moet
Who the hell is this man? It's
Lil' Kodak in this shit
So what, so what, I'm still hittin' licks
I be in the studio, I'm dropping hit's
And plus
Guess what? I'm still hittin' licks
Writer: Bill K. Kapri
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.