Kodak Black – Lemon Squeeze Lyrics

Lemon Squeeze Lyrics by Kodak Black

I want my mommy
I wanna kill myself

Tried to come up with a master plan, came up with me
I was already shootin’ ‘fore they came up the street, yeah
And niggas wanna hate and bitches wanna mate
Okay, the booze is the Hennessy, we down it, no sippin’
The Drew Brees, the lemon squeeze, the 9 is a lemon
Apparently, I get lots of vows from the women
The bitches love to mate and niggas love to hate
Okay, Drew Brees, the lemon squeeze
The sweet bitch from Italy
The coupe go two-twenty speed, huh
Huh, blood in my eyes, my Jesus piece, ain’t no way I’m a Christian
Aboard that yellow Bentley, ain’t it? Carter, what’s the business?
I’m gangster and sophisticated, nigga, who you kiddin’?
That shit don’t mean I’m constipated, mm
Hmm, bought a mansion and I renovated, nigga, that’s how I’m livin’, huh
Yeah, nick-nack-paddy-wack, bulletproof Cadillac
Nigga diss, got ’em whacked, move
I’m in the cut, nigga, alley cat
Nigga tryna swagger jack, but he ain’t got the bag to match, ooh
We smoke a lot of spit
I’m walkin’ like a lick, she smoke a lot of dick, uh-huh
Kill Bill, byoom, byoom, boom, boom, boom, Glock pop, glee