Kodak Black — Back on My Feet

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They ain’t really fuckin’ with me
They be showing fake love
They jus’ wanna turn up with me
They jus’ wanna hit the club
They ain’t really with a nigga
They jus’ wanna smoke my weed
They jus’ wanna take a picture
They jus’ wanna drink my lean
I be on that money shit, nigga this the money team
I be on that junky shit, nigga I’ma money fiend
I was locked up in Virginia ’cause I hit for 30 Gs
Once them crackas let me out
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet

And I’m still finessing I be flexing nigga you know me
I ain’t talking cereal nooooo
I got that loop on me
All my niggas on them beans
We higher than Pluto be
We can’t hit no licks
Cause if them crackas get you you gon’ sing
If it come down to it I know what you gon’ do
So homie I ain’t tryna take no chances tryna fuck with you
Oh my God that’s Kodak Black, he jus’ so fuckin’ cute
They know they can’t see lil’ black
Nigga I’m that fucking dude
I will pull up on a nigga block and have a photo shoot
They jus’ wanna hit the club with me and hit the photo booth

They ain’t really fuckin’ with me
They be showing fake love
They jus’ wanna turn up with me
They jus’ wanna hit the club
They ain’t really with a nigga
They jus’ wanna smoke my weed
They jus’ wanna take a picture
They jus’ wanna drink my lean
I be on that money shit, nigga this the money team
I be on that junky shit, nigga I’ma money fiend
I was locked up in Virginia ’cause I hit for 30 Gs
Once them crackas let me out
I got right back on my feet

They jus’ wanna hit the scene with me and get on Instagram
I remember eating Boyardee
But now I’m eating shrimp
He jus’ wanna get a name off me
Ion fuck with him
They jus’ wanna get some fame off me
Ion fuck with them
Why your girl be on my Twitter
Swear I’m ’bout to block the bitch
I won’t let her touch a nigga
She can’t even suck my dick
I jus’ wanna change my life
I jus’ hope I get a deal
I jus’ wanna cash out on a check
And buy my mamma a crib

They ain’t really fuckin’ with me
They be showing fake love
They jus’ wanna turn up with me
They jus’ wanna hit the club
They ain’t really with a nigga
They jus’ wanna smoke my weed
They jus’ wanna take a picture
They jus’ wanna drink my lean
I be on that money shit, nigga this the money team
I be on that junky shit, nigga I’ma money fiend
I was locked up in Virginia ’cause I hit for 30 Gs
Once them crackas let me out
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet
I got right back on my feet