But you, you can't say I ain't country You can say you don't like my truck You can say that I talk and I dress all funny You can say I drink too many longnecks That my edges are a little too rough You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday You can

Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her Errytime they see me ballin' All my old bitches callin' Pull up in exotic, I see a little bitch jockin' No I won't save her Dolla $ign a fuckboi he won't date her About my paper, real big shit

Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me I ain't goin' in the club, can't bring my Ruger in it Ain't no cameraman, but I'll shoot a nigga Now why they call me Kodak? 'Cause I'll shoot a nigga How'd you get the name Kodak Black? You know what I'm

Daytrip took it to ten I got hoes calling a young nigga phone Where's Ali with the motherfucking dope? (bitch, bitch) I be ballin' like a mo'fuckin' pro (like a, huh, like a, huh) I be ballin' like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch) Sheck Wes, I ain't a

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang Fuck a

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang Fuck a

So I'll be on my way Call me a sinner, call me a saint Tell me its over, I'll still love you the same Call me your favorite Call me the worst Tell me its over I don't want you to hurt Its all that I can say I've said it so many times Wrap me in a bolt of

Are you really here for me, I don't know I just wish that you would call me up Wish that you would call me Do you know how it feel to feel alone? Bought myself a house, to feel like I ain't home Driving by myself, ain't got nowhere to go I just took two

Hello? Oh my God I know this ain't you calling me again Oof, ooh my God Yeah, yeah, it's him What in the fuck did I tell you about calling me? You found out 'bout who? Yeah, I bet you did found out about him who Yeah, I fuck with him, I fuck with him for

Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? (felt felt felt) Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt (felt felt felt) Call it a curse Or just call me blessed If you can’t handle my worst You ain’t getting my best I can get low I can get low Don’t know which way is up Yeah