DEARFIELD Lyrics – Kodak Black

Read the full Dearfield 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.

[Verse]
Looking at my lil’ boy, my first born
And then my daughter came in pure form
Bringing this money, I gotta perform
In this cold world, swear it’ll keep you so warm
I’m living up, riding on foreign
I told ’em don’t even slide until I’m on touring
I hate to see you cry, I told you no more
I keep buying you Dior because I adore you
Fu*k you from the back, I have your butt sore
If you ain’t tryna fu*k, then what you come for?
If you know me, you know you owe me, you gotta for it

You taking food from my family, so, n!gga, fu*k yours
Play with my name, I swear the gang gon’ cause a uproar
I don’t wanna see no crackers rushing through the front door
Just me and you, that (??) and, baby, plus four
Might catch a n!gga out his boundary, I’ma up score
Like this taco meat, I’m selling hard and soft
N!gga steal from me, I’m tryna cut his hand off
That n!gga done, he met the plug and then he ran off
You really eat for real? Then, n!gga, let the bread talk
My money where my mouth is, so what you saying now?
Remember struggling in the ‘jects, n!gga, Red Cross
Snipe a n!gga with a pistol, got a beam, you see that red cross
Uh, can’t no b!tches 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 cut, b!tch, ice hitting, deep freeze
If you a O-P, we killing out of boundar’
And when I’m OT, I don’t link with out-of-towners
She wasn’t looking for no love, but I found her
These n!ggas 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 nothing, baby, don’t breathe
I don’t want you to go nowhere, baby, don’t leave
I better not catch you going outside, MO3
Want that pressure, n!gga, bring it, n!gga, show me
Odell Beckham, only time we spin out OB

N!ggas try to claim my body like they did something
Y’all been beefing since forever, y’all ain’t did nothing
Ain’t nothing happen to that boy ’til we got him torched
I swear to God these n!ggas gave these n!ggas batty boys
I need a M5, I ain’t talking ’bout the gun, oh, yeah
B!tch, you’re through, is you fiending? ‘Cause we done, uh, yeah
And before you go, I gotta make you cum, uh, yeah