Dearfield Lyrics by Kodak Black
Lookin’ at my lil’ boy, my first born
And then my daughter came in pure form
Bringin’ this money home, I gotta perform
In this cold world, swear to keep you so warm
I’m livin’ up, ridin’ on foreign
I told ’em don’t even slide until I’m on tourin’
I hate to see you cry, I told you no more
I keep buyin’ you Dior because I adore you
Fuck you from the back, I have your butt sore
If you ain’t tryna fuck, then what you come for?
If you know me, you know you owe me, gotta come forward
You takin’ food from my family, so, nigga, fuck your
Play with my name, I swear the gang gon’ cause a uproar
I don’t wanna see no crackers rushin’ through the front door
Just me and you, negative two and, baby, plus four
Might catch a nigga out his boundary, I’ma up score
Like this taco meat, I’m sellin’ hard and soft
Nigga steal from me, I’m tryna cut his hand off
That nigga done, he met the plug and then he ran off
You really eatin’ for real, then, nigga, let the bread talk
My money where my mouth is, so what you sayin’ now?
Remember strugglin’ in the ‘jects, nigga, Red Cross
Snipe a nigga with a pistol, got a beam, you see that red cross, uh
Can’t no bitches say I’m lead, but I let that lead off
Let me eat your pizza, if it’s good, I’ll buy you CC
These karats cut, bitch, ice hittin’, deep freeze
If you a O-P, we killin’ out of boundar’
And when I’m OT, I don’t link with out-of-towners
She wasn’t lookin’ for no love, but I found her
These niggas only be some killers on the browser
I ain’t never need a stepper, I got my own feet
I don’t want you to do nothin’, baby, don’t breathe
I don’t want you to go nowhere, baby, don’t leave
I better not catch you goin’ outside, MO3
Want that pressure, nigga, bring it, nigga, show me
Odell Beckham, only time we spin out OB
Niggas try to claim my body like they did somethin’
Y’all been beefin’ since forever, y’all ain’t did nothin’
Ain’t nothin’ happen to that boy ’til we got him torched
I swear to God these niggas gay, these niggas batty boys
I need a M5, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the gun, oh, yeah
Bitch, you’re through, is you fiendin’? ‘Cause we done, uh, yeah
And before you go, I gotta make you cum, uh, yeah