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TESTO - Kodak Black - Versatile


TESTO - Kodak Black - Versatile

Ayy, I'm just going through one of my old pads and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

You know, a nigga so versatile I don't even need no auto-tune and none of that shit

I could sweep the flow up, the melody

Like I could speak to all her fans through every genre

I fuck wit this beat, tough though, ya heard

Helluva made this beat, baby

Everything on my path for this

I swear to God, dawg, I never imagined this

I remember I was out there on my savage shit, carjacking shit

On my snappin' shit, trappin' shit, ratchet shit

Seem like I lost more than I ever gained

Ain't get nun out these streets but pain

Ain't get nun out these streets but hard times

Cause in these streets ain't nun but hard times

Tell C.B. I say wassup

Tell everybody I say what's happening

Tell E-Pimp I said shoot me som'in

Tell them boys I said stop flaggin'

Tell my momma that I'm comin' home

Tell the world that it wouldn't be long

Ask my hoes wassup with they phones

Tell 'em I'm away but I ain't gone

I said boo bear what you wanna do

Once you slide, imma follow through

The stand took a nigga up and through it

Lil Dash told me, Kodak don't do it

Tell my son that I love his ass

Tell 'em I can't wait to hug his ass

This for the niggas who got all that time

Now they trying to give them numbers back

A nigga shot my cousin four times

I heard through the wall my brother doubled back

I just bumped into this super jit

I'm hollering at Lil Fam through the vent

I'm letting you know I do this shit for fun

Tell me go then consider it done

Shoutout Petho and my brother blood

My nigga C-Lo he just caught a thug

I'm shooting cee-lo in a nigga ass

They hit a nigga for his whole bag

Tell them boys I said stop crabbing

Send it even if I never asked

I knew I should've told my lil nigga DJ to chill

But I can't tell him shit he doin the same shit that I will

I'm thinking bout how would it be if we ain't get on them pills, if we ain't never chose the streets and picked up the steel

I'm thinkin' bout how would it be if we stayed on the field

Like I ain't even have to rap, 'cause I got other skills

At nights we ran down with them sticks and got them automobiles

And we was jackin' cars and shit 'cause it wasn't hard to steal

Like doin bids and seeing it come, but this the life I live

But I know that this my last one, something gotta give

Seem like God, got me paying for all the shit I did

Cause I slowed down a while ago, switched up positive

The rough was just enough for a nigga fell in love with the thrill

But before he forgive gotta pay for a steel

And I done did so much of shit that I ain't proud I did

But when I took rappin' serious I threw the towel in

But Lord you say you gon' forgive, so forgive me then

Cause I done picked the Bible up and read Corinthians

I'm still young and I got a lot to experience

I guess the first time in my life I felt this serious

I gotta lil boy now and I wanna be there for bruh

The feeling he give a nigga I ain't never felt this way before

And you can look into my heart and see that I'm forreal

That I done resulted in a metamorphosis

God, you know my destiny 'cause you gave me this gift

You the one who put this breath in me to make me spit these lyrics

You done gave a nigga a chance to pay my momma bills

You done turned me to a man unlike my daddy is

No this ain't over, I got some more to spit

That was for the real niggas

I got some shit for the hoes

She made me happy, she made me smile

She brought me up, when you let me down

She nothing like you, she different

She nothing like you, she magnificent

She intelligent, she love me better than you

Better than, she love me better than you

She made me happy, she made me smile

She brought me up, when you let me down

Could you hold the title, it come with a life

Could you hold the title, you don't have to lie

Could you hold the title, could you play the role

You can't hold the title, baby let me know

Could you hold the title, could you play the part

Could you hold the title, till death do us part

Could you hold the title, hold a nigga down

Could you hold the title, tryna figure out

Take you out to dinner, stick this dick in your liver

I'm fuckin' your head up I'm playing these mind games witcha

I'ma suck that pussy good, then you ain't gon' hear from a nigga

I'm fuckin your head up with all these extracurriculars

I can fuck Virgin Mary, 'cause the game so unordinary

Had plans on gettin' married til they had me on solitary

You left me here stranded, I'm feelin' abandoned

You got me so hurt right now I need me a bandage


Show you your corner, who gone stay solid and be down for you

When you really want 'em, when you really need 'em

When them people playing with your freedom

When a nigga shit on me one time but I be tryna get even

I'm tryna get equal

I'm iced out riding with that heater

I'm in that Thunderbird, I'm sliding with that Desert Eagle

Tell me who my people, show me where my folks at

Who gon' ride for Kodak?

Who gon' up and shake on me?

Who gon' jump the gate on me

Pillow case that thang on it

In case he tryna lay on me

Changed my address

But karma she know where I stayed on it

But that bitch better come correct she know that I stay on it

I ain't sleeping so forget about coming creepin' late on me

Got the 12 gauge on me

I got the 38 on me

I got the Mac 10 I used to have the baby K on me

I bought a Xbox but ion't play on it

PS4 but ion't play no games on it

The beat over got so much to say on it

My heart cold put a glacier on my wrist

I'm forever abnormal

I know I wrote this shit longer than a average rapper

Ya'know I'm sayin glee

But you got me fucked up

I be damn if you don't let me keep ridin' this shit boy

I'm pulling scams, identity theft

Don't buy my album, 'cause I don't care

I'm pulling scams, identity theft

Don't buy my album, 'cause I don't care

I be damn if I don't find a way to make some cash

I be damn if she come over and she don't get mad

Be damned, I be damn if she think she gon' get a bag

I be damn if you get me and I don't get you back

187 you screw me and you get nailed

I wrote this in the cell, free my niggas who ain't tell

I be damn, I be damn if I go out without the heat

I be damn if I take that nat nat out to eat

Boy you ain't livin' like that you know you ain't in the streets

Even my ho can get whacked, I be strapped when I be sleep

I be damn if you niggas come run up on me

I just called my woo man, told him pray over me

I be damn I be damn if I don't come home in a week

I be damn I be damn thinkin' a young nigga sweet

I be damn if she don't call me soon the molly kick in

I be damn if she don't tell she gon wanna turn up again

Yo bih gave me a key, put me on her lease

I'm standin' at the feast til they bring in me a beast

It's too much weight on my shoulder so don't tell me hold up

Feel my heart gettin' colder turning to a polar

Reppin' Broward County Florida, I'm from out the nolia

Project baby a lil Haitian from the ugly corner


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