Kodak Black - Feb 14 lyrics

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen All that lil' slick sh**, all that lil' fake a** sh** Now I be readin' that sh**, 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 sh** 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 f**in' over me, I rather f** your mouth You just wanna roll with me and soak up all my clout Gettin' tried of n***as 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 n***a in front of me? (ayy, ayy) I'm like what the f**, this n***a been watchin' me? Like how this n***a sittin' here tellin' me about me? Antoneisha say I was fightin' in my dream (ayy) That lil' b**h hustlin' say I'm fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh) Three angels on my team fightin' demons Lil' bih, n***a, I k**, 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, n***a, I'm hoein' around I don't believe in karma, that sh**, 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, b**h, 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' n***as and whackin' n***as, first I was snatchin' j**elry I bag a n***a 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, Heart Break 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)