Letra de No Flaggin - Kodak Black

I don't do no flaggin', y'all know that

Young nigga, I got old cash

I got old cash and that's so sad

I got Prada on my ho ass, yeah

From the Golden Acres projects, I was a bad lil' kid

I want my baby to do my adlibs, that was my last bid

JG Wentworth, need my cash big, just came from rags to riches

Too much Snipers in the masjid, you smell like catfish

Mama had heard me on the radio, then she start sheddin' tears

Remember when we ain't have no ceiling fan, now we got chandelier

Never sweat, I'm rockin' cashmere, I'm fuckin' a cashier

Say I made so much money last year, I ain't a—

Got helicopter on my ho ear, you niggas so weird

Tell my son to bring me a cold beer, don't touch my bold lil' pill

I changed my mind, okay, go grab the pills, yeah, yeah

White bitch bald-head, look like Britney Spears, yeah, yeah

I be snipin', baby, John Deere, don't get your dog killed

Got the jack delivered to the crib, hey, Cardi B, grab the mirror

I be flippin' when I'm hittin' moves and scrapin' residue

On them jiggas, call me jiggaboo, I fuck 'round, wreck the coupe

Smokin' flakka, you a nini-poo, ayy, Psycho, pass the boot

I don't do no flaggin', nigga, I been the truth, I keep mine, pack a suit

Gettin' this chicken, cock-a-doodle-doo, cock it, then you shoot

I'm in the club boppin' with the crew, rockin' with the woo

Got the whole Dania in the loop, Duval in kahoots

You my favorite swoop, you my fave, you my favorite swoop

Mulsanne baby blue, let me find out you be savin' boo

Told the bitch, "You better not cheat on me," got 9 millimeter on me

MOB, I'm a big ol' Z, L-M-N-O-P

Niggas be steady be talkin' what they gon' do, okay, we gon' see

He was always a bad-ass project baby

You know what I mean? He was bad as fuck

But he had a talent

I don't even know that he know how much talent he had at the time because he was young

You know what I mean? He was a jit, he was like twelve, thirteen

But when you hear his music, you like, "What the fuck?" He been here before

You know what I mean? He been here before, he special

And he was a Black-ass nigga too, like me

So I'm like damn

His name Kodak, he was J-Black, then I say, "Naw, his name Kodak"

Shit, he probably could be bigger than Michael Jackson

Probably, and Michael Jordan, be bigger than Michael

Ayy, I don't know why niggas don't like Kodak, like

Nigga, you don't much know the nigga, how you don't like the nigga? Like

For real, though

We from the projects, we Haitians, we're poor

We're, we just comin' up, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Like, real-nigga shit, though, like, this 40 shit, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Like, we straight from the projects, Section 8 house

Nigga, we grew up where roaches at

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Now our mamas, they learnin' English and shit

This shit comin' in good

This shit comin' in real good

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