Lyrics Halloween Bill Kill – Kodak Black

Ayy, when that money on the line n**gas say the round
But when those bullets go to flyin’ n**gas change they mind
I shot that choppa cuz this b**ch don’t know the old side
And I just found out that b**ch playin’ both sides
These n**gas they aimin’ at my v-neck for this whole time
It’s like I’m playing Russian roulette with this .45
Swear I ain’t seen my n**ga v-necks in a long time
These n**gas was hating and I ain’t see that, I was goin’ blindI shook back off that, y’all already know what I mean
If you ain’t caught nobody hungry
I don’t want you on my team
I’m smokin’ death, I roll on X, I pour promethazine
I don’t take no threat, I keep a TEC, y’all know me better than me
I was in New Orleans, shoulda stopped by the Me
Rest in peace, Soulja Slim, free lil’ BG
I’m pulling scams, selling grams like the nominees
I really played when I should have stayed with Dominique
I was jacking folks, I was dropping locs, cuz I was tryna eat
I was selling dope right out the door, them folks was watchin’ me
I remember nights I have no lights, this s**t was hard for me
I grew up poor, I ain’t have no hope, I ain’t have no pot to pee
I’m creepin’ through, I don’t do no molly, I’m on a f**kin percy
I’m tryna stack a few more bodies for my f**kin birthday
And all I want for my birthday is a few more bodies
And when it’s all said and done we gonna see who smilin’My n**ga pulled up on me told me how he peeped the setup
It wasn’t for me but why you wanna see my n**gas wet up
I’m bringing pain to a n**ga and I won’t ever let up
I’m leaving stains on a n**ga like my name ketchup
Before you beef with me lil’ n**ga you better run the check-up
I’m slidin’ by your momma house in a brand new rental
These n**gas hate I swear forgot em’ I’m on a brand new level
I don’t do no flags I put my life on the instrumental
I shoulda been a rockstar cuz I woulda been totin’ metal
I ain’t like these other rap n**gas I still be in the ghetto
I put my dogs in a safehouse in Sacramento
These n**gas be b**ches don’t really be with it these n**gas be wearin’ stilettos
When that money on the line n**gas say the round
But when those bullets get to flyin’ n**gas change they mind
I shot that choppa cuz this b**ch don’t know the old side
And I just found out that b**ch playin’ both sides
These n**gas was aimin’ at my v-neck for this whole time
It’s like I’m playing Russian roulette with this 45
Swear I ain’t seen my n**ga v-necks in a long time
These n**gas was hating and I ain’t see that, I was goin’ blind…
➤ Written by Helluva Beats & Kodak Black
Album: Sniper Gang Presents: Nightmare Babies
Produced by Helluva Beats
Kodak Black | 2021