No Flaggin Lyrics – Kodak Black

Read the full No Flaggin lyrics by Kodak Black along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kodak Black’s music, you can also explore Mumble Rap and Really Liv’n, two other songs by Kodak Black.

[Intro]
I don’t do no flagging, y’all know that
Young n!gga, I got old cash
I got old cash and that’s so sad
I got Prada on my ho ass, yeah

[Verse]
From the Golden Acres projects, I was a bad lil’ kid
I want my baby to do my adlibs, that was my last bid
JG Wentworth, need my cash big, just came from rags to riches
Too much Snipers in the masjid, you smell like catfish
Mama had heard me on the radio, then she start shedding tears
Remember when we ain’t have no ceiling fan, now we got chandelier
Never sweat, I’m rocking cashmere, I’m fu*king a cashier
Say I made so much money last year, I ain’t a—
Got helicopter on my ho ear, you n!ggas so weird
Tell my son to bring me a cold beer, don’t touch my bold lil’ pill
I changed my mind, okay, go grab the pills, yeah, yeah
White b!tch bald-head, look like Brittany Spears, yeah, yeah
I be sniping, baby, John Deere, don’t get your dog killed
Got the jack delivered to the crib, hey, Cardi B, grab the mirror
I be flipping when I’m hitting moves and scraping residue
On them jiggas, call me jiggaboo, I fu*k ’round, wreck the coupe
Smoking flakka, you a nini-poo, ayy, Psycho, pass the boot
I don’t do no flagging, n!gga, I been the truth, I keep mine, pack a suit
Getting this chicken, cock-a-doodle-doo, cock it, then you shoot
I’m in the club bopping with the crew, rocking with the woo
Got the whole Dania in the loop, Duval in kahoots
You my favorite swoop, you my fave, you my favorite swoop
Mulsanne baby blue, let me find out you be saving boo
Told the b!tch, “You better not cheat on me,” got 9 millimeter on me
MOB, I’m a big ol’ Z, L-M-N-O-P
N!ggas be steady be talking what they gon’ do, okay, we gon’ see

[Outro]
He was always a bad-ass project baby
You know what I mean? He was bad as fu*k

But he had a talent
I don’t even know that he know how much talent he had at the time because he was young
You know what I mean? He was a jit, he was like twelve, thirteen
But when you hear his music, you like, “What the fu*k?” He been here before
You know what I mean? He been here before, he special
And he was a Black-ass n!gga too, like me
So I’m like damn
His name Kodak, he was J-Black, then I say, “Naw, his name Kodak”
S*it, he probably could be bigger than Michael Jackson
Probably and Michael Jordan, be bigger than Michael
Ayy, I don’t know why n!ggas don’t like Kodak, like
N!gga, you don’t much know the n!gga, how you don’t like the n!gga? Like
For real, though
We from the projects, we Haitians, we’re poor
We’re, we just coming up, know what I’m talking ’bout?
Like, real-n!gga s*it, though, like, this 40 s*it, know what I’m talking ’bout?
Like, we straight from the projects, Section 8 house
N!gga, we grew up where roaches at
Know what I’m talking ’bout?
Now our mamas, they learning English and s*it
This s*it coming in good
This s*it coming in real good