Kodak Black - Caravan** lyrics

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Kodak Black - Caravan** lyrics

[Intro: 22Gz] (Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky) Bands, bands, bands, bands Gang, gang, gang Grrt, baow [Chorus: 22Gz] I got them bands I'm in Miami, still rode for them leads (Bands, bands, bands) I bust that can Pull up with snipers, I bet that boy ran (Brrat, brrat) Blood on my pants Hang out the window, then scratch with my gang (Gang, gang, gang) Can't hold on my pants I'm totin' the blicky (Skrrt), I'm doin' my dance (Blicky, the blicky) I got them bands I'm in Miami, still rode for them leads (Bands, bands, bands) Hop out that van Pull up with snipers, I bet that boy ran (Brrat, brrat) Blood on my pants Hang out the window, then scratch with my gang (Gang, gang, gang) Can't hold on my pants I'm totin' the blicky (Skrrt), I'm doin' my dance (Blicky, the blicky) [Verse 1: 22Gz & Jackboy] Big ol' glizzies I can't hold on my pants Snipers and blickies, you don't stand a chance Baby, my pockets stay filled with them bands Rat (Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky), shooters gon' hop out that van (Brrat, brrat, brrat) Spinnin' every day, that's what my shooters doin' (Skrrt, skrrt) Neck shot, paid shots Stand over his body, b*tch (Rrah-rrah-rrah), what finna do it to him? NYC, thе Broward County (Grrt) Snipers out, they'll pop it open and thеy'll shoot it through him (And they'll shoot it through him) Totin' glizzy and you don't even use it (Right) Blood on my hands Might do the 'Rari, I might do the Lamb' (Brrat, brrat, brrat) Blicky, baby, you ain't really crazy What's the situation? Out there Billy waited (Pussy, baow, baow, baow) Jacky shootin' outta back, shot him in his back down (Grrt) Said, "He ain't make it" (Brrat, brrat, brrat, ayy, yuh) [Verse 2: Jackboy] .40 kick-back, Jet Li (Jet Li) You gon' get sniped, Wesley (Wesley) I passed that test, ain't no way testin' me (Testin' me) I got a big bag, hefty (Hef') Diamonds they water, Zeffery (Zeff') Drip when I walk, Giuseppe (Drip) Drip when I walk, messy (Messy) Run up on me, I get deadly (Deadly) [?], yeah, tell him (Tell him) Put my dick in yo' b*tch belly (Belly) Killed a pussy, ooh, fairly (Fairly) Murder on my mind, Melly (Melly) I got more bread than a daily (Daily) Buy the daughter, I still get petty (Petty) One-in-the-head jets, they ready (Yeah) I don't chase hoes, just chase fetty (Fetty) [Verse 3: Kodak Black] I'm pullin' her hair, she sweaty I'm fu*kin' her bell' like I'm Teddy, she wished that she kept me I had a phone in the celly I'm deep in my zone, I be sendin' these O's, spaghetti Piggy bank up, man, you losin', go get it fu*k a Jag, I'm in a coupe instead You a cappin' ni**a, you do no steppin' All these snipers in my studio session How you bring all of these guns across the border? Bring 'round them roses, then damp 'round corner Snipers on deck, they gon' shoot when I order That's why the devil be pullin' me closer In the caravan with toolies already In the caravan with woadies already In the caravan, my shooters are in it I'm on Instagram loosing myself [Bridge: Kodak Black] On a Instagram loosing myself This a jiggle, not no postin' no picture When I see y'all, I'ma play with y'all ni**as Bought the Visa, not a credit card, ni**a I put them crosses on a random car, ni**a fu*k a record, I got credit card M's Bought the Visa like I'm [?] When you see him, better snipe on him, ni**a [Outro: Kodak Black] In the caravan with toolies already In the caravan with woadies already In the caravan with toolies already In the caravan with woadies already In the caravan, my shooters are in it I'm on Instagram loosing myself