Kodak Black – Transportin

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Kodak Black – Transportin Chords and Lyrics

Artist : Kodak Black
Song : Transportin

[Chorus] : 
F           Eb
Ain't gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Eb
Why you out here drinkin' 40's, I just tote it
F                     Eb
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it's stolen
F
Ridin' sporty, actin' sporty, I can't control it
Eb
I'm doin' five, got that bag, yeah I'm transportin'
Eb
I got that bag on me nigga, like I'm Jansportin'
Eb
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
F                                        Eb
I ain't post his mixtape 'cause I don't fuck with shawty

[Verse 1] : 
Eb
I be booted to the morning, PM to the morning
Eb
My lil' Whoadie want a bag, I'm easier when I'm rolling
Bb
Hold up nigga, don't you owe me? Yeah you owe me, don't it?
Bb
Like I'm in Islands of Adventure how I stay rolling
Eb
Try to diss me

I need you six feet
Eb
She say she miss me
Eb
Then she went and kissed me
F
Damn, I'm so crispy
Eb
Xans got me dizzy

Try me I ain't shy

I keep that Glizzy
Eb
I was (getting bent) :  (yeah yeah)
(?) : 
Eb
What the lick read?

Baby, come and lick me
Eb
V12, how I'm ridin' in the 6 speed
Bb
I be ballin' on you niggas out of this league

[Chorus] : 
F           Eb
Ain't gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Eb
Why you out here drinkin' 40's, I just tote it
F                     Eb
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it's stolen
F
Ridin' sporty, actin' sporty, I can't control it
Eb
I'm doin' five, got that bag, yeah I'm transportin'
Eb
I got that bag on me nigga, like I'm Jansportin'
Eb
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
F                                        Eb
I ain't post his mixtape 'cause I don't fuck with shawty

[Verse 2] : 
Eb
Yeah, that Glock got extended like a outlet

Are you out yet? I ain't catch you out yet
Eb
I'm so damn fly, I do not step
Eb
Yeah I pop molly and I pop checks
F                        Eb
I don't where I'm goin', I'm just floatin'
Eb
My dawg got gun license but he let me hold it
F                       Eb
All these niggas phony, I do not condone it
Eb
I be goin' ham, I do not baloney
Eb
It's a Kodak moment, yeah
Eb
Bought it 'cause I wanted it
F
I be on the corner, yeah
Eb
Fuck the law enforcement
F                                   Eb
Project Baby got no stroller but I keep pushin'
F                                        Eb
Shawty love for me to choke her when I'm in that pussy

[Chorus] : 
F           Eb
Ain't gotta wait to make the movies, I be loaded
Eb
Why you out here drinkin' 40's, I just tote it
F                     Eb
Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it's stolen
F
Ridin' sporty, actin' sporty, I can't control it
Eb
I'm doin' five, got that bag, yeah I'm transportin'
Eb
I got that bag on me nigga, like I'm Jansportin'
Eb
He dropped his mixtape, thought I woulda reposted
F                                        Eb
I ain't post his mixtape 'cause I don't fuck with shawty
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Kodak Black – Reminiscing feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

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Kodak Black – Reminiscing feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie Chords and Lyrics

Artist : Kodak Black & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Song : Reminiscing

[Intro] : Kodak Black
D
Off the head, shit, you know what I'm saying
A
Glee, brr, off the dome, man, I'm in, ayy

[Verse 1] : Kodak Black
D                     A
22 hours locked down, ain't shit to do but think
D                          A
I remember like it was yesterday, was drinkin' out the sink
D                             A
I'm sittin' back plottin', I'm just sittin' back vibin'
D                            A
A nigga can't complain, I had to use my time wisely
D                          A
I'm sleepin' in a dorm, but they ain't send me off to college
D                         A
I still got money buried from that lick I hit in Raleigh
D                         A
I'm book-smart but the streets gave me all my knowledge
D                           A
So there ain't nun' for you when you comin' out the projects
D                              A
So there ain't nun' for you when you comin' out the slum
D                     A
A mouth full of gold teeth, they think a nigga dumb
D                      A
I got a head full of dreads, think a nigga illiterate
D                                 A
But I know when I go to talk, a nigga'll reconsider it
D   
I know you niggas just tryna benefit
                                    D
I ain't fuckin' with you a little bit
                       A
I ain't fuckin' with you at all
                      D
I ain't fuckin' with you at all
                         A                                  D
I was sellin' weed in middle school, just meet me in the halls
                    A                               D                   
Right now I'm goin' in, but I was just behind the wall
                   A                                  D
This jail got me thinkin', I feel like everybody flawed
                 A                                    D
I got too much to lose, but I'll still go at a nigga jaw
                   A                             D
I'm down for the count, I'm never down for the cause 
                   A                              D    
I made a million dollars off of shows and goin' hard

[Chorus] : A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
 A                                      D
I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I
                        A                       D                
Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
A                        D
But, I'm reminiscing, yeah
                     A
I'm reminiscing, yeah
  D                      A                       D
Fuck your problems, it's too late to tell me sorry
                         A                          D
I pulled up in a 'rari, it don't come with no apologies
                A      D
I'm reminiscing, yeah
                 A
I'm reminiscing, yeah

[Verse 2] : Kodak Black
D                      A                       D
I remember everythin', I done been through everythin'
                         A                       D
I remember who shitted on me, or who been in the paint
                         A                       D
Like Ray J, got a bitch from the Bronx givin' me brain
                         A                           D
Like Ray J, I done walked through the motherfuckin' rain
                         A                              D
Right now I done got too far to give a motherfucker a feature
                         A                                       D
I'm the freshest man in high school, but I'm a motherfuckin' senior
                         A                            D
Lil' shawty want to kick it, I told her I don't play FIFA
                         A                           D
I jumped up out the Beamer, now I'm slidin' in the regal
                         A                   D           
That pussy so tight but I be tryna go deeper
                         A                     D
If she can make goulash, she a motherfuckin' keeper
                         A                          D
Reminiscin' about my niggas, reminiscin' about my homies
                         A                            D
I'm thinkin' 'bout my niggas, I'm thinkin' 'bout my whoadies
                         A                             D
I don't fuck with Fooly no more but I still fuck with Cody
                         A                 D
Got a booger in my nose, A Boogie on the chorus
                         A                  D
A young nigga, I jumped off the porch, run Forrest
                         A                       D
I'll lose it about that money, I'll go dumb for it
                         A                         D
I'm workin' like a Mexican, fuck around and get deported
                         A                   D
I bought my mama a crib, thirty clip in my forty
                         A                          D
She said that my baby, I told that bih let's go to Maury
                         A                               D
Lame niggas get extorted, if it ain't foreign then it's borin'

[Chorus] : A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
 A                                      D
I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I
                        A                       D                
Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
A                        D
But, I'm reminiscing, yeah
                     A
I'm reminiscing, yeah
  D                      A                       D
Fuck your problems, it's too late to tell me sorry
                         A                          D
I pulled up in a 'rari, it don't come with no apologies
                A      D
I'm reminiscing, yeah
                 A
I'm reminiscing, yeah
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