Hitting Houses - Kodak Black

Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly

Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses

I ain’t James Bond, but I got a gold gun

Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don’t hold grudge

I don’t show love, I got cold blood

I’m on four drugs tryna hold on

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses

I’m on pink Mollys, I’m on brown bombers

I’m on Vicodin, I’m on meth and all

He killed four niggas, he don’t want a job

I’m on cold feelings, I don’t wanna go so hard

I take flat screens, but I prefer jewelry

I am not a thief, I just love stealin'

I don’t leave a mess and I be in a hurry

Ain’t you got a check?

So why you doin' burglaries?

I get off the topic, uh, I drink lots of coffee, uh

She my new favorite, she from Milwaukee

He gon' think he skatin', uh, let him think he walkin'

Then turn 'round and spark him, I don’t like to argue

Made it out the bricks, that shit wasn’t easy

Straight up out the wick, I hit big pieces

Credit cards and socials, I get lots of pieces

Gotta yellow poker, but ain’t nothin' cheesy, ayy

Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly

Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses

I ain’t James Bond, but I got a gold gun

Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don’t hold grudge

I don’t show love, I got cold blood

I’m on four drugs tryna hold on

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses

I be cashin' literally, I be breakin' and enterin'

She keep playin' with her clitoris, I almost fuck around, pissed in it

I came home in December, it wasn’t even much winter

I’m on nine hundred milligrams, I can’t even remember

I ain’t no plain jane, everything be busted

I ain’t sparin' nothin, I don’t care if she busted

Shawty still chasin', but I don’t throw no money

I’m in Club Oasis, bust it, baby, bust it

Suck my dick and vomit, I want eggs and omelette

I’m a whole killer, how did I get into college?

I’m a headhunter, I rock Ferragamo

Yeah, me and Deshawn eatin' Jell-O Molly

Ridin' in stolen Audi and we hittin' houses

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, we hit lots of houses

I ain’t James Bond, but I got a gold gun

Fuckin' on prayer rugs, I don’t hold grudge

I don’t show love, I got cold blood

I’m on four drugs tryna hold on

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, I hit lots of houses