LOVE LETTERS Lyrics – Kodak Black

Read the full Love Letters 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]
It go a little something like this
(One hundred percent juice)
Right here

[Chorus]
Love letters dripped in tears
Forever stressing ’bout something
I feel a lil’ better, though, this year
N!ggas tryna play me for a lick
Like they using me or something
Why I gave away this s*it

[Verse]
I peep they love, just be some slick hate
I don’t need nobody ’round me, on me, watching me, d!ck dranking
Why I gotta tell you what you already knew?
When they picked my dog up, I was thе only n!gga fell through
Fresh out that pen’, back at it again
Shouldn’t bе no reason I’m scheming
I ain’t even plan to come home and kill lil’ man
All that weird s*it, n!ggas that be out here tryna kill s*it
Should’ve listened to my godmom, she say I need me some better friends
I’ll go flip a band, flip them bands, flip some bands (Ayy)
This that spin ’em in, get rich again, stick to plan (Hey)
Make sure you get your racks, they slip on they ass, s*it on they ass
This that fu*k that, get your man, come get back with your racks
Told my one of my lightskin friends stop b!tching, man, go get a tan
That my baby, she from San Fran’ (She from San Fran’)
I’m on Molly Santana, heard you like transgender
Late night on caveman bricks, I talk to dead spirits
That b!tch ain’t never took me serious, I had pull up Urus
My b!tch look like she kind of wet, I’ma get some sloppy neck
I ain’t left the projects left, they got me benched from Lafayette
This that spot ’em, pop ’em s*it, earn every shot he get
So silly, I remain, Kodak, Sniper Gang
Real one, b!tch say I need to pay her, I ain’t never gon’ see my lil’ one

Talking to God like I don’t know where I’ma live, yeah
Get me out this s*it ’cause I might probably been done kill something
Fell out with a few friends and even my kids ’cause I only get my money
Shawty just wanna fu*k for a buck, but I got bills coming
Outchea since a lil’ youngin, heart rates all they give to me
Heart rates all they gave me, I mean, you seen what they did to me

[Chorus]
Love letters dripped in tears
Forever stressing ’bout something
I feel a lil’ better, though, this year
And if n!ggas tryna play me for a lick
Like they using me or something
Why I gave away this s*it

[Outro]
Love just be some slick hate
Ain’t nobody I need ’round me, watch me get dranking
Why I gotta tell you what you already knew?
When they picked my dog up (My dog up)
One hundred percent juice
I’m the only n!gga fu*king ’cause you ain’t even gon’ check the n!gga posts type s*it
You don’t, you don’t know if a n!gga breathing, like, see y’all n!ggas even breathe—
Oh, oh, fu*k it