Feb 14

(الألبوم: Heart Break Kodak - 2018)

Ladies and gentlemen
All that lil' slick shit, all that lil' fake ass shit
When I be reading that shit, man
Y'all don't really fuck with me, ayy, ayy, ayy
You don't really fuck with me
So stop acting like you fuck with me
'Cause I ain't gon' act like I fuck with you
And put that shit on blast
Ayy

Ayy, you don't really fuck with me, so you could just cut it out
I see you know I peep what you all about
You ain't fucking over me, I rather fuck your mouth
You just wanna roll with me and soak up all my clout
Getting tried of niggas reaching out and tryna talk
So much flavor, all these haters keep on dropping salt
(Ooh, I fuck with that)
I ain't even write it down, Red Skelton
Laugh out loud, uh, clown, uh uh
I ain't never go through no heart surgery (uh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause I can't see no lil' hoe hurting me (ayy, ayy)
But I done broke some hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the fuck this nigga in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm like what the fuck, this nigga been watching me?
Like how this nigga sitting here telling me about me?
Antoneisha say I was fighting in my dream (ayy)
That lil' bih Chelsea say I'm fighting in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Got three angels on my team fighting demons
Lil' bih, nigga, I kill, stealing, I be cheating (yeah, nah, nah)
Ain't no grim, yeah, but I be reaping (ayy, yuh)
Ayy, it's Valentine's Day, but I'm Halloweening (yuh)
I spin, bend, merry-go-round
Even when I'm married, nigga, I'm hoeing around
I don't believe in karma, that shit is flaw
'Cause I done let out rounds, and it come back around (yeah)
Identity theft (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
That's my occupation, I love to pop checks (identity theft)
I was the first in the ring, a Rolls Royce in my projects (yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I love identity theft (ayy, ayy)
They ask me what's my hobby, bitch, identity theft
I be running up that money, gotta take a deep breath
I know what's up, I keep my ear to the streets like I'm a elf
Fuck it, I'm writing now, iPhone 7S
No, I ain't like you Internet clowns, this a real bulletproof vest
I'm conditioned to the streets, grew up to the streets
I done grew up 'fore I ever went through puberty
I just gave a fool that business with that foolery
Start jacking niggas and whacking niggas, first I was snatching jewelry
I bag a nigga like groceries
Watch how you approaching me
Fuck you, hoe, you could leave, ain't no emotions to me
Drop a hoe like a 14
I'm posted up, Dope Boy Ree's
I gave my heart to the streets
But I got a soft spot for my old G

HBK, heartbreak kid, February 14 (yeah)
HBK, Heart Break Kodak, February 14 (yeah)
Touch everybody 'round the country, February 14
Yeah, I'm loving, and I'm thugging, February 14
On that coffee and that cocoa, I ain't on codeine
I ain't been on no lean, February 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itching, you would think I'm a dope fiend
February 14, yeah, this February 14 (ayy)