Dis Time Lyrics – Kodak Black

Dis Time Lyrics by Kodak Black is brand new song sung by Kodak Black and music of this latest song is given by Kodak Black. Dis Time song lyrics are also penned down by Kodak Black.


Song: Dis Time
Singer: Kodak Black
Music: Kodak Black
Lyrics: Kodak Black

Dis Time Lyrics

I done popped me a Perc’, but I ain’t really tryna get back on the Perc’
I’m sad we ain’t work, but I swear that it wasn’t my intention to hurt you
N!ggas stay gettin’ murked, I know they wanna get back on me and I’m sure
So I stay on alert, stopped poppin’ that molly, it was makin’ me nervous
And lately, I ain’t been in the projects like that, I done learned
N!ggas be hatin’, and they’ll put them crackers on you ’cause they scared
I revived my career, I was trippin’ last year, my vision got blurry
Now I’m seein’ it clear, every decision I make gon’ be worth it
From now on, yeah, every minute gon’ count on this Earth
Ran it up with my peers, put it up for my children and them [‘fore I splurge?]
Take it light on the streets, can’t help my Z with your brain on the curb
Thinkin’ ’bout all my seeds, I gotta be there for them in the mornin’
And they gotta see me when they get up early
B!tches be schemin’ and n!ggas be lurkin’
On prowl my lil’ demon, he out and he searchin’
Kill a n!gga on east while I’m writin’ in church
Pull up, pop the sh!t, and swerve (Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
I got a gift or a powerful curse (Yeah)
I ain’t f*ck the b!tch, I just bought her a purse
Ain’t you was dissin’? Now look how it work
Now I’m focused, I don’t want no friends, I got enough
Let’s say I don’t win, let’s see who those friends when time is rough
When I was broke as sh!t, where was these hoes then? They ain’t gave me no f*ck
I was just homeless
Even my own friends ain’t gave me no crutch
I was just homeless
Even my own gang wouldn’t put me up
I was just homeless
Even my own gang ain’t make sure I’m tucked
Stick to your own plan, don’t be lettin’ everyone tell you what they would’ve done
You had your pole and then ran, now you ran ’cause you know what you should’ve done

Put a lil’ hole in one, f*ck n!gga, you don’t even own a gun
I’m finna smoke the boy, tell the truth, I don’t even know lil’ bruh
Droppin’ off one of ’em, since a n!gga actin’ like I owe him somethin’
I’m finna yolk him up, f*ck around, put a n!gga dome in his butt

Ain’t on no Diddy sh!t, n!ggas gettin’ they wig split
Take that, take
I smack me a elderly b!tch
I even might kill me a kid, but I ain’t rapin’
They ain’t comin’ with no plans, they ain’t comin’ with no bands
Then they had dead, they tryna wait ’til you stop
Then hop out the car when they hit you in the back of your head

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