Kodak Black and Lil Baby - Nobody

(I love you Dzy)
I love you too my dude
It's the project Baby and Lil Baby in this bitch

Lean bottles
Last time I ate a bitch out I got Mono
On four Perky's, full of them thin's like Rylo
Everythin' I do, I wonder why nobody done it
Everybody hands on with it, nobody runnin' (ayy)
I bet I ain't put my lips on a nasty bitch no more
Woke up wit' a sore throat
You can tell I sold dope
The bodies got no promo
Even though I'm gon' blow, they know I was gon' blow

I make all my California vibes come to Atlanta now
Brodie facetimed me with a sword, he like a samurai
I sit down, won't say nothin' 'cause I don't want to lie but
We been ridin' round with all them sticks 'cause I don't wanna die
You supposed to be on top of shit, but you don't wanna try
Condo at the top of the city, reach out and touch the sky
I was sacrificed for y'all to win, it damn near crucified me
She tell me she cummin', I say cum again
Death before dishonor, yeah ,I'm one of them
You got your mind made up for sure, you still wonderin'
If I get up and lock that door, it ain't no comin' back in

I got a lil' gun that shoot four bullets, and that's it
Girl, this that get off me, we can skip talkin'
I'm with them vultures on a falcon when I departure
We sendin' niggas out in coffins, better be cautious
And if a bitch ever give me a STD, I'ma kill her I promise
I be hittin' big ole licks in Chesapeake, everybody know I do fraud
Ask Armani why she left me like them other people
After she told me she wasn't gon' do me like them other people
Even though the Perky's make me itch, I still eat 'em
We can fuck but I don't kiss (we can fuck but I don't kiss)
I'm feelin' good with this stick, my dog legal
And if you gotta beat the bitch, you don't need her

You gotta leave her alone
I get all the way there and turn around if I leave it at home
She wanna feel the real me, but I be leavin' it on
I'll never know if you'll help me 'cause I'm keepin' my own
I never ask for too much
I put my whole life in drive, I was goin' backwards too much
Them young boys who run the city now, that's actually us
You know niggas play crazy, turn them into ashes and dust
Who's fuckin' with us? Yeah

Nobody, that's who bruh, nobody
On molly's, I'm juiced up, on molly's
On molly's, I'm juiced up
I'm ridin' with my Ruger, my partna a rooster
My partna

Written by:
Bill K. Kapri, Dominique Jones

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