Smackers Lyrics – Kodak Black

[Intro]
Got my beat from London!
Glee!

[Verse]
Record label full of smackers
Rap group with no rappers
I could get a n!gga scratched
Call me daddy, she a bastard
Come here baby, I'm yo' dad
Hundred K on a medallion, jeweler
He don’t ever tax
Spend this sh!t and get it back
I don't like none of you rappers
Snipe a n!gga, how 'bout that?
Hunnids falling out my ass
Put a n!gga on they back
Project baby with no Similac
In the Caddy, but I never lack
My lil' n!gga, he gone handle that
I could get a n!gga whacked
F**k that lil' ho, she a nat-nat
I could get a n!gga kidnapped
I could get a n!gga snatched
I can do it by myself
I go do it by myself
You won’t do it by yo' sеlf
Put a n!gga on a shelf
Put a n!gga on a rack
It ain’t nun to go to jail
It ain’t nun to get you killed
Icе on my neck when it melt
Eat me up baby, right there
F**k that lil' ho, she a heffer
Come here lil' baby, you special
Put that n!gga on a stretcher
Put that n!gga on a shirt
It ain’t nun to get you murked
Hit a n!gga where it hurt
Water on me like I burp
.40 on me, I be icy
Water on me, now she like me
I went to jail, you ain’t write me
Check on your boy for the Nike
Check on yo' boy, this four hunna
I’m in the club with them gunners
That ain’t my opp, he’s a runner
N!gga say I shot his mama
I hit the stoe with a fitted cap
I hit yo' ho with no Jimmy mack
Don’t drop that song
You ain’t living that
I got your cubicals, get it back
N!gga ain’t getting back sh!t
I played the cross like I’m Chris
Kodak the boss, yeah b!tch
KTB, kill that boy, cutthroat
Walk in my room, it’s a gun show
And I get high off the gun smoke
high off the meth
Better off faking yo' death
Than faking with me
You say you a steeper, then step
Record label full of gangstas
Only vultures at the table
B!tch I’ma eat
You hit out the car with a Draco
Finesser, I'm making you pay for it
B!tch get on feet
I had to dive in the deep
Last time I snipe who I see
bodies be cheap
Kodak the one with the vision
I got my clique in position
They listen to me, got all kinda movement
I keep shooters for my shooters
In case them n!ggas wanna beef
Got two mansions, one on the beach
Two Bentleys, nun' of them of them leased
Two Benz's, Cullinan and Jeep
Who said they f**king with me?
The money been coming with keys
I got a vault in the attic
I done went frosted the Patek
You can’t even see the Philippe