LOITERING Lyrics – Kodak Black

Read the full Loitering lyrics by Kodak Black from the album Kodak The Blessing along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
I be, I be scoping s*it
I be loitering, prowling on your home and s*it, yeah
On your home and s*it (Glee)

[Chorus]
Ayy, my n!ggas throwing Z’s up, if he ’round me, then he Zoe, yeah
Every day, I’m geeked up, I be riding with that pole, nah
I don’t be on that weak stuff, man, you n!ggas be acting like hoes and s*it
Feel like Langston Hughes, I hit the booth and spit that poetry, yeah
I be loitering, prowling on your home and s*it, yeah
Then I’m rolling in and crawling with some goons and s*it

I been up all week, tryna get me a Patek Philippe
The streets don’t love me back, but I’m still in love with the streets

[Interlude]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Brought a nеw Glock 23, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
I’m military-minded, my heart is in the projеcts
They tried to put me in a dress, I almost choked the stylist
They tried to put me to the test, but me, I keep it solid
I’m balling like I’m James Harden, I bought a brand-new rocket
I don’t wanna be bothered, when you see me, don’t even holler
My n!gga, don’t even much bother, when you see me, please don’t holler
That girl got a skeeting problem, that pu*sy like piña colada
Don’t bring the piece up out you, n!gga, they tryna knock you off your pimping

[Chorus]
Ayy, my n!ggas throwing Z’s up, if he ’round me, then he Zoe, yeah
Every day, I’m geeked up, I be riding with that pole, nah
I don’t be on that weak stuff, man, you n!ggas be acting like hoes and s*it
Feel like Langston Hughes, I hit the booth and spit that poetry, yeah
I be loitering, prowling on your home and s*it, yeah

Then I’m rolling in and crawling with some goons and s*it
I been up all week, tryna get me a Patek Philippe
The streets don’t love me back, but I’m still in love with the streets

[Verse 2]
She look like she wanna freak, ain’t no more meet and greet
Fully, keep the broomstick, sweep a n!gga up off the feet
Rocks all in my glue stick, rock a n!gga like acoustic
I’ma break your heart, lil’ baby, don’t come this way, don’t listen to Cupid
I’ma drop another project ‘fore you listen to my new s*it
Kodak Black got the blueprint, Kunta Kinte, this a new one
My n!gga, you blood, tried to tell you that I was gon’ blow, it’s like I knew it
I hate to say, “I told you so,” but I told you so, my n!gga, you stupid

[Chorus]
Ayy, my n!ggas throwing Z’s up, if he ’round me, then he Zoe, yeah
Every day, I’m geeked up, I be riding with that pole, nah
I don’t be on that weak stuff, man, you n!ggas be acting like hoes and s*it
Feel like Langston Hughes, I hit the booth and spit that poetry, yeah
I be loitering, prowling on your home and s*it, yeah
Then I’m rolling in and crawling with some goons and s*it
I been up all week, tryna get me a Patek Philippe
The streets don’t love me back, but I’m still in love with the streets

[Outro]
Streets don’t love me back
Streets don’t love me back, but I’m still in love with the streets
Streets don’t love me back, streets don’t love me back
Streets don’t love me back, but I’m still in love with the streets (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Brought a new Glock 23, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy