[Kodak Black (Man's Voice):]

Project baby, I might need some f**kin' simulate

(Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised)



I'm in too deep, your boy deeper than a rap

Imma just let my soul bleed on the track

Check your resume, and you ain't livin' like that

You the main reason why your dog got wacked

I'm only for the cheese, you a freeze, you a rat

You the main reason why your dog got trapped

Before I ever chase her, I'd rather chase the yacht

Street nigga after paper, I ain't playin', Imma snap

Livin' in denial, juvenile back to back

Hit your high, throw all the cold in a pillow sack

Nigga take your chances, whole lives, shootin' crap

We just hit a lick for ten bands, it's a wrap

I'm a section A, Taylor band with the strap

Molly Santan, beat sandin' in my cap

Yeah I could pass the weed, but I ain't pass the FCAT

And probably playin' sleep, cuz I ain't tryna text back

They found the contraband in my Mac

I had to sneak a pen in my cell to write a rap

I'm extortin' niggas, want dinner and snack

Told em' Imma split em' if I see em' eat that

I'm vibin' in the booth, I just kick my feet back

She ride me in the coupe, had to push my seat back

I watched my dog shape back, just to relapse

I'm blowin' on OG, you smokin' green crack

I just got a slow leak in my tree rap

That head got me knockin' up, call her beeswax

Better keep your Smith and Wesson, you might need that

357, E told me "keep that"

Keep your boy well protected like a knee cap

Knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cheese at?

Glock pop, bang, bang, where your keys at?

Don't you say a damn thing, and I mean that

Ran 'cross the power after cool got snatched

I was on the I, when the coupe caught a flat

That's the same night when SuWu shot black

I wasn't even there to tell you if we shot back

[Gun Shot]