BBY KODIE
Oh Thats Kodie
[Intro]
Caught me on my Stacy I'ma dash on her, yuh

[Verse 1]
Real ass n***a give a fuck ’bout a trick
2k on the fit putting Prada on my dick
You can tell that I'm rich than a bitch
Kodie can't never switch, stay solid as a brick
Pretty bitch got a attitude and that bitch is thick
I can tell these n***as mad at you cause they be talking shit
I can tell these n***as waiting on you, waiting for that hit
I can tell these n***as on your dick by how bad do they get
Diddy on my dick, don’t that get on your nerves bitch?
Nah don't get on my nerves bitch
I can touch your nerve bitch
She giving that head hit a nerve bitch
I don't even care what you heard bitch
I don't even think you deserve dick
Quit waking me up saying you heard shit
Quit running to Twitter you bird bitch (Yessir!)
You freaky ho (Ah!)
I mean you sneaky ho
Can't even believe the ho (What you said?)
I like to tell her that I'm broke
I like to mislead the ho (Dummy)
And you can quit calling my phone cause I don't even need the ho
Real ass n***a spent too much at Saks Fifth
Bag cost $200,000 on some brag shit
Birkin bag swag bitch, Céline tee not a tag bitch
You can tell I shop at every motherfucking flagship
This not Dior but I bet you n***as thought it was
Loud as fuck I ain't even get to start it up
Kodie booted up you can tell the way he light it up
Just cause he poor I can tell he really piping her

[Interlude]
Broke ass n***a
Broke ass n***a
You a broke ass n***a
You a broke ass n***a, bitch
Broke ass n***a
Broke ass n***a
N***a, you a broke ass
You a broke, you a broke ass

[Verse 2]
Coupe exotic ride the body
Rock it bop it sock it
Ooh I got pocket rockets
Pop your boy for acting like he got it got
Ass so fat can’t live without it
Handle just like [?]
Japanese that bitch is psychic
I can sense she wanna pipe it oh oh oh
Lit like a lighter oh oh oh
My coupe wake up neighborhoods no friendly spider, ha ha ha
My bitch a viper she snake like she paid the piper
You couldn’t even pay to pipe her, your paper lighter
Dunking 'til my pockets getting thick
I cellulite ’em
I sell, you light 'em
I cellulite 'em
I sell, you light 'em
Yeah yuh yuh