Letra Feb 14 - Kodak Black
[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
All that lil' slick shit, all that lil' fake ass shit
Now I be readin' that shit, man
Y'all don't really f*** with me, ayy, ayy, ayy
You don't really f*** with me
So stop actin' like you f*** with me
'Cause I ain't gon' act like I f*** with you
And put that shit on (?) ayy
[Verse]
Ayy, you don't really f*** with me, so you could just cut it out
I see you know I peep what you all about
You ain't fuckin' over me, I rather f*** your mouth
You just wanna roll with me and soak up all my clout
Gettin' tried of niggas reachin' out and tryna talk
So much flavor, all these haters keep on droppin' salt
(Ooh, I f*** with that) I ain't even write it down
Red Skelton, laugh out loud, uh, clown, uh
I ain't never go through no heart surgery (uh, yuh, yuh)
'Cause I can't see no lil' hoe hurtin' me (ayy, ayy)
But I done broke some hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy)
I'm like how the f*** this ni*** in front of me? (ayy, ayy)
I'm like what the f***, this ni*** been watchin' me?
Like how this ni*** sittin' here tellin' me about me?
Antoneisha say I was fightin' in my dream (ayy)
That lil' bitch hustlin' say I'm fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh)
Three angels on my team fightin' demons
Lil' bih, ni***, I kill, stealin', I be cheatin' (yeah, nah, nah)
Ain't no grim, yeah, but I be reapin' (ayy, yuh)
Ayy, it's Valentine's Day, but I'm Halloweenin' (yuh)
I spin, bend, merry-go-round
Even when I'm married, ni***, I'm hoein' around
I don't believe in karma, that shit, that's luck
'Cause I done let out rounds, and it come back around (yeah)
Identity theft (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr)
That's my occupation, I love to pop checks (identity theft)
I was the first in the ring, a Rolls Royce in my projects (yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I love identity theft (ayy, ayy)
They ask me what's my hobby, bitch, identity theft
I be runnin' up that money, gotta take a deep breath
I know what's up, I keep my ear to the streets like I'm a [?]
F*** it, I'm writin' now, iPhone 7s
No, I ain't like you, Internet clown, this a real bulletproof vest
I'm conditioned to the streets, grew up to the streets
I done grew up 'fore I ever went through puberty
I just gave a fool that business with that foolery
Start jackin' niggas and whackin' niggas, first I was snatchin' jewelry
I bag a ni*** like groceries
Watch how you approachin' me
F*** you, hoe, you [?], ain't no emotions to me
Drop a hoe like a 14
I'm posted up, dope boy [?]
I gave my heart to the streets
But I got a soft spot for my old G
[Outro]
HBK, heartbreak kid, February 14 (yeah)
HBK, Heartbreak Kodak, February 14 (yeah)
Touch everybody 'round the country, February 14
Yeah, I'm lovin', and I'm thuggin', February 14
On that coffee and that cocoa, I ain't on codeine
I ain't been on no lean, February 14
Yeah, my trigger finger itchin', you would think I'm a dope fiend
February 14, yeah, this February 14 (ayy)