Tekst piosenki 'King Snipe (feat. Gucci Mane)' wykonawcy Kodak Black

Shit, I love Guwop though, Zuwop, 'cause I'm a big Z
Ya heard me?
Know what I'm sayin'?
Shoutout to Gucci, I think of my dad, you know, I was just [?]
(I just told Richie we rich)

Been sayin': Whoopty-woop, whoopty-woop
I was like: Bet, know they was lyin'
When them bullets had came my way, I say: I bet Kodak ain't dyin'
We put murders backwards after, we turned red rum to wine
I'm that nigga that smack all the smackers so I'm the biggest stepper, five-five
I'm a hot boy, my bitch the coldest, yeah, opposite attract
You got one time to raise your voice in here, then I'ma get the strap
I'vе been chasin' that boy like a fly runnin' house but evеntually, I'll get him clapped
All I ever had was the trap, I ain't have me no dad, so I got off my dick, yeah, I jacked

I've been true to this from the jump
When I do it, consider it done
Fuck a shooter, bitch, 'cause I'm one
On point like I'm a dot
I'll swap me a body for a swap
Put a bag right on his top
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it's torture in my heart
Beat the pot like it's beef with the dope
Pop Percs, I don't drink, I don't smoke
I'ma leave 'fore I beat on a ho
I'm a Z but I'm P for sure
I've been lowkey, she a swoop
Need Codeine with lil' boo
And I know she cheatin' too
But I ain't finna look for proof

I triple crossed them 'cause I seen it was planted
Truck had me out, must didn't know how to count
Told her ring up, they didn't know the amount
Expensive new ferries, I couldn't even pronounce (It's Gucci)
No gun policy, stick in the party (Grah)
Hope nobody get side of they body
Got hisself hurt, he was full of that molly (Damn)
We ain't even wanna have to kill nobody (Woah, ooh)
Runnin' down Ocean like Fast and the Furious (Gucci)
Caught me red-handed, can't crack up the jury (Damn)
Your boss is a pussy, your artist was scared (Pussy)
Just a matter of time 'fore they take all your jewelry
These young niggas dead him, they killin' for sport
They're brazin', they'll take a swish to New York
So crazy, kill a pig, turn him to pork
I hope they don't try to get my lyrics in court (It's Gucci)

I've been true to this from the jump
When I do it, consider it done
Fuck a shooter, bitch, 'cause I'm one
On point like I'm a dot
I'll swap me a body for a swap
Put a bag right on his top
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it's torture in my heart
Beat the pot like it's beef with the dope
Pop Percs, I don't drink, I don't smoke
I'ma leave 'fore I beat on a ho
I'm a Z but I'm P for sure
I've been lowkey, she a swoop
Need Codeine with lil' boo
And I know she cheatin' too
But I ain't finna look for proof

Man, I got juice but I want the lean
I'm smokin' deuce, I pour green
And I got boot but not on my feet
What did I do?
Caresha, please, baby
Bought you a ring 'bout to be fun
I'll take you to case now if you like it
And I'm poppin' the Remy, pop me a rush
I brought this lil' beautiful bitch to the ugly
I'm King Snipe and I'm King Tut
Yeah, I came tight, you ain't gettin' nothin'
Miami nights, fuckin' in the club
Shakin' with the dice, they don't really bluff
I made a way, it's only us
Niggas hatin' on me, watch
All I did was run it up

I've been true to this from the jump (Uh-huh)
When I do it, consider it done (It done)
Fuck a shooter, bitch, 'cause I'm one (I'm one)
On point like I'm a dot
I'll swap me a body for a swap (Uh-huh)
Put a bag right on his top (Your head)
I got murder all in my eyes, you see it, it's torture in my heart (It's there)
Beat the pot like it's beef with the dope
Pop Percs, I don't drink, I don't smoke
I'ma leave 'fore I beat on a ho
I'm a Z but I'm P for sure (Uh-huh)
I've been lowkey, she a swoop (A swoop)
Need Codeine with lil' boo (She bad and bougie)
And I know she cheatin' too
But I ain't finna look for proof