Kill The Best
Pow pow pow
Paper chasing Haitian
Project baby
1800 block
Ugly corner nigga
Y'all won't feel me anyways
I ain't even gotta talk
Came up, I was down
Got it off the ground
They was up, I was low, got it off the floor
Paper chase, road running, you ain't on the route
Turned up like my music, I be smoking loud
Black nigga on that white bitch
Milk her like a cow, cashed out
They ain't like me but they love me now
Pull up to the floor, you ain't even know
Been cold, fire, different Jags in a row
Pay me back before, diss me like a hoe
My nigga pay me for a show and I don't even show
I slid by, I ain't flex, I just brung it through
Swear to God if you flex, I'ma punish you
25 percent on the tent, on a rental coupe
Yeah, I'm from the Noya off that Ugly Corner Avenue
Ain't gotta tell my shooter, he gon' shoot
Kodak got them snipers on a roof
Whipping with the magic stick then I poof
Project baby, would you like to eat it in the swimming pool?
Been ready, you ain't ready, nigga getting ready
Time is money
Better have that money, I want every second
Man, you niggas sweet niggas, nigga diabetic
Living legends, jit will snatch your necklace
I'm at the studio fuck, a class session
So sorry momma, I will never learn my lesson
I need a calculator just to count my blessings
Finessing, flexing, flyer than a jetson
Young and reckless
Hit you and your main man and I won't regret it
Switched up, I got a different wardrobe
Designer, custom Louis V torso
Pop my collar, nigga wipe me down
Got it from the bottom now I fly around
Bitch, I'm out here, had to get it in
Tell her go first, I'm a gentleman
Go so loud, she be listening
Ain't no time to fuck these hoes, I'm a minute man
I'm a project baby, I can't go commercial
'Cause I just hit the plug, he stay on commercial
Square, not my round, you not my circle
Money got me walking like I'm Steve Urkel
Jump right through your window like a Ninja Turtle
They want my autograph, but I can't write in cursive
They hollerin' murder
I kill the beat
I kill the beat
Lil Kodak, he gon' kill the beat
I kill the beat
Rest in peace
Paper chasing Haitian
Project baby
1800 block
Ugly corner nigga
Y'all won't feel me anyways
I ain't even gotta talk
Came up, I was down
Got it off the ground
They was up, I was low, got it off the floor
Paper chase, road running, you ain't on the route
Turned up like my music, I be smoking loud
Black nigga on that white bitch
Milk her like a cow, cashed out
They ain't like me but they love me now
Pull up to the floor, you ain't even know
Been cold, fire, different Jags in a row
Pay me back before, diss me like a hoe
My nigga pay me for a show and I don't even show
I slid by, I ain't flex, I just brung it through
Swear to God if you flex, I'ma punish you
25 percent on the tent, on a rental coupe
Yeah, I'm from the Noya off that Ugly Corner Avenue
Ain't gotta tell my shooter, he gon' shoot
Kodak got them snipers on a roof
Whipping with the magic stick then I poof
Project baby, would you like to eat it in the swimming pool?
Been ready, you ain't ready, nigga getting ready
Time is money
Better have that money, I want every second
Man, you niggas sweet niggas, nigga diabetic
Living legends, jit will snatch your necklace
I'm at the studio fuck, a class session
So sorry momma, I will never learn my lesson
I need a calculator just to count my blessings
Finessing, flexing, flyer than a jetson
Young and reckless
Hit you and your main man and I won't regret it
Switched up, I got a different wardrobe
Designer, custom Louis V torso
Pop my collar, nigga wipe me down
Got it from the bottom now I fly around
Bitch, I'm out here, had to get it in
Tell her go first, I'm a gentleman
Go so loud, she be listening
Ain't no time to fuck these hoes, I'm a minute man
I'm a project baby, I can't go commercial
'Cause I just hit the plug, he stay on commercial
Square, not my round, you not my circle
Money got me walking like I'm Steve Urkel
Jump right through your window like a Ninja Turtle
They want my autograph, but I can't write in cursive
They hollerin' murder
I kill the beat
I kill the beat
Lil Kodak, he gon' kill the beat
I kill the beat
Rest in peace
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Writer(s): Marc Lensing, Dieuson Octave
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