Kodak Black and Vulture Love - 1800 Degrees

I'm gettin' money, so it's free smoke, gettin' anybody hit
I love it when she deepthroat, swallow every inch
I'm in Florida wearin' a mink coat, it's eighty degrees, bitch
It's eighty degrees, bitch, it's eighty degrees

I hope I don't go fed, these sticks came from Vietnamese
I want head 'fore I lick, 'fore I hit it, bitch, get on your knees
Lick just snorted a whole eight-ball, bitch can't even sneeze
Ain't just gon' kill you, I'ma rip your face off, I'm a damn sleaze
Torture a nigga, make him say sorry for no apparent reason
Just a few shots make the J hot, shit eighty degrees
Ain't got shit on but a tank top, it's ninety degrees
Ho, you know what's up long time ago, why now you wanna leave? (Bitch)
Drop the yola in the pot, five hundred degrees
I'ma give my baby sisters and brothers
Bitch, my name Bill Gates, that's why I'm about my B's
I'm a motherfucker, I'll fuck your damn mother

I'm gettin' money, so it's free smoke, get anybody hit
I love it when she deepthroat and swallow every inch
I'm in Florida wearin' a mink coat, it's eighty degrees, bitch
It's eighty degrees, bitch, it's eighty degrees

Too hot in this party
And I'm on the molly, bae, go get me some Dasani
Or I'ma vomit
Keep it hot 'round my way (ayy)
I got the city on fire, keep sticks and bricks and Glocks in the projects
Won't leave, I'm finna die, too much pressure, they gon' cross me
Look how they take control, man, I must be stopped
I be settin' niggas death dates up, I must be God
In my will, it say kill niggas still like I'm alive
She on my dick, I say, "Chill, bitch, it's hot"
You need to be mature up here, bitch, I'm not
Make that semi pop, hit him, he went to booty shakin'
In lil' shawty car, two Haitians, one Cuban, two Jamaicans
In the spotter car, bitch, bitches say they ain't seen two ladies
You heard me Mitsubishi, the tag say Mississippi
We gon' switch it, get it tinted soon as we fuckin' steal it
Bitch, it's flamin' in the city, boy, you skillet
I can tell you ain't get no chicken, boy, you skinny

1800 Block (trust), 1800 Block, it's eighty degrees out here (uh-huh)
1800 Block, it's eighty degrees out here
Bitch lookin' like she can't even breath over there
If I see an OB, I'ma take him down through it
Trappin' and rappin' and steppin' and jackin' and whackin' shit, damn, how I do it?
Told my security Deion, "Let me see your gun, I'm shootin'"
You already know me, boy, I'ma yoke the boy like, "Come here," how I use it

Written by:
Edgar Ferrera, Bill Kapri

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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