I Don't F**k With This Beat (feat. Kodak Black)

I don't fuck with this beat, this shit here a trap I don't fuck with these people, I'm still gon' smash If you said so, we gon' get on your ass It's hot in the field, now it's blood on the grass I'ma send him a message, they didn't get it Moppin' up mess and I ain't even spit it Lil' bro on an LM, I can't wait to see it Drive on Lil' Ray, you gotta drill it Give me that stick and watch how I blow it Good with that lead, Lil' Ricky a poet Death in the slime, don't even know it Whole lotta shots, I thought it was gone They say he survived, damn, I'm annoyed Don't drop on an apple, drop on a drawer Diamonds on me, Mark, April, May Weather here like Floyd Racks for my ice, but hoes ain't hot This is a demon, the fuck is a scam? Bulletproof Cadillac, you know I can't lie My bros up in Kodak, red tippy, it's on It's true that the life that I'm livin' is sweet It's true if you play, you get hit with some heat It's true it's a block on the back of my glee It's true that them niggas be beggin' for peace Don't knock too hard, I might shoot through the door When I swing, it's a cell, everything get low I think my lil' nigga got glue on his hands 'Cause if I throw a body, he catch it for sure Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom I'm cut-ass, I don't feel no issue I don't think this is what they want Nah, they gon' went broke by intention I don't fuck with this beat, this shit here a trap I don't fuck with these people, I'm still gon' smash If you said so, we gon' get on your ass It's hot in the field, now his blood on the grass I'ma send him a message 'cause they didn't get it Moppin' up mess and I ain't even spill it Lil' bro on an LM, I can't wait to see it No driver won't work, lil' bro, you gotta drill it Give me that stick, I'ma watch how I blow it I'm good with that lead, lil' Ricky a poet Death in the slum, don't even know it Whole lotta shots, I thought it was gone They say he survived, damn, I'm annoyed Don't drop on an apple, drop on a drawer Diamonds on me, Mark, April, May Weather here like Floyd Now who the fuck made the lil' sorry ass beat? I'm still in the field, the white blood on my cleat See what type of bullshit young kids just tweet New Cyber truck, I had to add to my fleet Bulletproof coupe, I'ma hang out a Jeep I'm a nice guy, tell her I ain't gotta be I'm a vulture, I move like a sheep I had to coach a lil' bitch how to eat Pull it back, baby like banana Cut that out, go on lil' drill, my helmet Cut that shit, register it to my big grandma She already knew where I'm from, but my grandma I bet Lotto ain't big as my dick Talkin' to a know-it-all, I'ma back my wits I gotta buy this online like a bitch I'm a zombie on thems, oh shit I don't fuck with this beat, this shit here a trap I don't fuck with these people, I'm still gon' smash If you said so, we gon' get on your ass It's hot in the field, now it's blood on the grass I'ma send him a message, they didn't get it Moppin' up mess and I ain't even spit it Lil' bro on an LM, I can't wait to see it Drive on Lil' Ray, you gotta drill it Give me that stick, I'ma watch how I blow it I'm good with that lead, lil' Ricky a poet Death in the slum, don't even know it Whole lotta shots, I thought it was gone They say he survived, damn, I'm annoyed Don't drop on an apple, drop on a drawer Diamonds on me, Mark, April, May Weather here like Floyd