[Intro: Kodak Black]
Ayy, everything be like, off the top these days like
(We got London on the track!)
These days, I don't even know what a pad is these days, ya know
Fuck that hoe 'cause she a nat nat

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed bitch
Maybe I'm out your league, bitch
You ain't even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can't even roll in peace (Why?)
Everybody notice me (Yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (Why?)
I'm rolling on a bean (Yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like, "Jesus, please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (Fuck)
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon' ride for me

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me (yeah)
You my little Tesla V (skrrt, skrrt)
Spent that hunnid on jeans
That's how much I believe
Uh, every day Halloween (alright)
But we don't trick and treat (straight up)
Count deads in my dreams (cash)
Can't even fall asleep (yah)
Pop on ya, send the opps on ya
Hollow clips in magazines
RoboCops on ya, rainin' shots on ya
Drop your top off with that bean
Mix it one-handed, please (it's lit)
Mix it right, dirty tea
It's only gonna bring me peace (straight up)
Don't leave my cup, that's for me


[Verse 3: T-Pain]
You can't kill me, n***a, I swear that I've been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon' be here back in '94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parkin' lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin' Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
I can't even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
I can't even go to sleep (why?), your bitch keep blowin' me (yah)
I rep that shit from the 850 down to the Florida Keys (yah)
Set my n***a Kodak free (why?), that ain't where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
N***as must wanna bleed (ooh), they don't wanna play my beat (ooh)
N***as ain't rats where I'm from (why?) so they don't fuck with my cheese (nah)
Every Florida n***a comin' up, that is that shit that I like to see (oh yeah)
Every Florida n***a sayin' that they the only Florida n***a
That shit don't sound right to me

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can't even roll in peace (Why?)
Everybody notice me (Yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (Why?)
I'm rolling on a bean (Yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like, "Jesus, please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (Fuck)
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon' ride for me

[Verse 4: Bhad Bhabie]
Red hair, don't care
Catching stares everywhere like what the problem is
How you hatin' with your grown ass when I'm fourteen, and got my mama rich
I'll go out right now and they taking pics
I remember when they didn't give a shit
Wasn't looking twice when I was Danielle
Now its Bhad Bhabie all up in this bitch
Your artist scared of my brand
Suck my dick that's all that I'm saying
All these artists hating online
Like it's me that's stopping they shine
Get you some money
My bodyguard raking two-hundred a year
You broke and you bummy
I don't wanna hear it got over a million endorsements
Why you thirsty for importance
I call it quits on the Xan's
It had me too slow on my hands
Now I ain't losing again
Test me I'm proving to win
They wanna see me in jail
Good luck with seeing me fail
I know the courts is corrupted
But I won't be in no cell
They tryna' make an example
I say I'll set it myself
Said I was too disrespectful
Putting my mama through hell
F.Y.I. we doing well
And I got the mortgage secure
And they gonna hate me for sure
And all of these hunnid's my cure
Young, rich and I'm outta control
Making bands like I'm out on the road
Dodging twelve, yelling fuck the trial
Balling out like it's all that I know
I let em hate cause I know that they broke
My wave coming betta' go with the flow
See 'em sinking while I stay afloat
Pay attention I can show you the ropes

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can't even roll in peace (Why?)
Everybody notice me (Yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (Why?)
I'm rolling on a bean (Yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like, "Jesus, please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (Fuck)
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon' ride for me

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
Baby I'm out your league, bitch
You know there's no more me's, bitch
You need to show more cleavage
V-neck polo tees, bitch
You need to patch your weave, bitch
You need to pack your things, bitch
You on some "I had a dream" shit
It's back to reality, bitch
She don't even roll the weed
All she do is roll her eyes
All she know is social media
We don't even socialize
I feel like North Korea
Even though we oceanside
All I say is "Mama-mia"
She don't even know her moms
All she say is "This your pussy"
She say that to most of the guys
She don't even know it's dry
I can't even open fire
She don't even close her eyes
She don't even close the blinds
She spit all over the D
I'm sticky like porcupines

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed bitch
Maybe I'm out your league, bitch
You ain't even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch


[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can't even roll in peace (Why?)
Everybody notice me (Yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (Why?)
I'm rolling on a bean (Yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like, "Jesus, please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (Fuck)
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon' ride with me

[Verse 6: XXXTENTACION]
I ain't gon' do the n***a shit, 'cause I'm too good for features, huh
I ain't gon' fuck the n***a bitch, 'cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked lil' Kodak up, my n***a, I couldn’t believe it, huh
Ayy, lil' shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking, yuh
Hit her from the back, damn, that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forces with a n***a, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young n***a got woo on me (Ayy)


[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed, bitch
Maybe I'm out your league, bitch
You ain't even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, bitch

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I can't even roll in peace (Why?)
Everybody notice me (Yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (Why?)
I'm rolling on a bean (Yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like, "Jesus, please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (Fuck)
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you gon' ride for me, ayy

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I'm in London, got my beat from London