Kodak Black - No Attempt lyrics

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Kodak Black - No Attempt lyrics

[Chorus: WizDaWizard] Steppin' through blood puddles, gunfights every night Lurkin', look for my mans, I see him, it's on sight Know I stay prayed up, them angels they over me Gotta stay lowkey, the feds they on to me Mama be praying for me, you know that she love a G Stay riding wit' it ni**a, that chopper stay close to me Stay riding wit' it ni**a, that chopper stay close to me Won't let 'em bury me, no I won't let 'em bury me, no [Verse 1: Kodak Black] I never had a job, I put the Drac' to work Only way you'll kill me is if you sell me a fake perc' Sliding through Lake Worth, bendin' and politickin' Trying to stay out the hood, but I lovе me some Broward b*tches Skеletons in my closet, gunpowder in my dreads Back and forth with the dead, that's how I got to play it And I got heavy motion, geekin' and pistol totin' I just be cut-throatin', pussy getting bust open [Verse 2: Wam SpinThaBin] Slidin' with a MAC, tryna do a ni**a dirty And we only tote brooms Wam, we don't spin with no .30's b*tch, I never miss, MAC and Drac', I shoot like Curry Itchin' for some fame, I'ma go make you a jersey Bounce out with this KK, put a ni**a on the news ni**a check the stats, yeah we sent sh*t to the Moon We got all the chops, ni**a we got all the blues We bend all the blocks, we knock ni**as out they shoes [Chorus: WizDaWizard] Steppin' through blood puddles, gunfights every night Lurkin', look for my mans, I see him, it's on sight Know I stay prayed up, them angels they over me Gotta stay lowkey, the feds they on to me Mama be praying for me, you know that she love a G Stay riding wit' it ni**a, that chopper stay close to me Stay riding wit' it ni**a, that chopper stay close to me Won't let 'em bury me, no I won't let 'em bury me, no [Verse 3: Kodak Black] Ayy, ni**as know what's up, heavy smoke, horse breath Soon as we get the drop, we right at your doorstep Yeah, that murder for the low, everybody know I deal in death I be higher than a crow, everybody know I'm smoking meth The Bentley bendin' through the Dell, on missions, bendin' by myself I went and got too many M's, I can't be hitting b*tches bare I don't need a scale, if sh*t don't add up, I can tell Me and Syk' ni**as for life, until I die, it's NFL, yeah Ain't no way a ni**a play that's really rare I've been scopin' for a week for ADT, I'ma get in there Pussy ni**a what? You say it's up? Then get me there I do my dog, top shotta, big revolver catch the shells