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