[Intro]
(Because I am hard, you will not like me)

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I was standin' over a n***a, tryna finish business
Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now in the studio chillin'
I'm rockin' Vlone and the V stand for very vicious
I got grip, I got whips, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips and heavy ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play and I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
This an AR, but I hit a n***a close distance
In the middle of KR, somethin' comfortable when I'm in the trenches
I could either spin the bin or I'ma spend a ticket
But either way, a n***a play, then he fuckin' get it
I'm a snipe, I get my man or his next sibling
Me and Syk' jumped out the Benz, went to jumpin' fences
And we skis with the re's, all black Dickies
Fuck you mean? I got Z's way in Mississippi
Don't get yolked, we'll rope a n***a like we lynchin'
This that smoke that make you choke and leave n***as twitchin'
I got four-wheelers and Benjis, Rovers and Bentleys
I'm gon' stand over a n***a, let him see me grinnin'
Three hundred a show and spent a hundred on the pendant
Just tell me it's a go and I be already bendin'
I'm gon' light me somethin' up, this ain't no fuckin' image
You know they call me Kodak, I might fuck around and film it
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I was standin' over a n***a, tryna finish business
Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now in the studio chillin'
I'm rockin' Vlone and the V stand for very vicious
I got grip, I got whips, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips and heavy ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play and I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit

[Verse 2: NFL Tuewop]
Make a n***a beg before you kill him, that shit there tradition
Blood in my eyes, on vulture mode, shit fuckin' with my vision
I ain't droppin' no wood, I'ma swing this door and chase him out his tennis
Aimin' strictly headshots, ARP blow off the n***a fitted
Bendin' blocks, at a n***a door like a Jehovah's Witness
Lil' Tuewop livin' life like a stripper, on all these poles, keep titties
The boss say it's smoke, we slice his throat, real cutthroat committee
Hollow dug in his face, ate him ear to ear, gave him a buck fifty
We got armor, pistols, rounds, hella ammunition
Kidnappin' n***as in broad day, you know this shit get wicked
Death before dishonor, mob ties, forever stand on business
Stealin' souls, thief in the night, reaper of the trenches

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I was standin' over a n***a, tryna finish business
Corner grabbin' like, "Lil' bruh, don't even kill 'em"
I got my heat on me right now in the studio chillin'
I'm rockin' Vlone and the V stand for very vicious
I got grip, I got whips, I got plenty bitches
I got sticks, I got clips and heavy ammunition
Tell me how you wanna play and I'ma get with you
'Cause I'm gon' find out where you stay and I'ma pay a visit