WHO WHAT Lyrics – Kodak Black

Read the complete Who What Lyrics by Kodak Black from the album Kodak The Blessing along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(Cosmic got a big blurr on his hands)
Who? What? Where? When? Why?
(Castro)

[Verse]
Who? What? Where? When? Why?
They don’t know they probably the reason why I be getting high
Solving everybody problems, but barely getting by
And treat me like an outcast andre 3000
How you call a n!gga phone while you were just vouching?
How you gon’ cross (??) ever step ’bout you?

Why you gon’ step on my head? I’m saving you from drowning
How it’s looking out here, guess ain’t no love for a zombie
Even the Undertaker
They need people likе me, but don’t appreciate us
I just need my rеspect
I ain’t say I’m nobody you should be afraid of
Even though I’m the first n!gga you gon’ ring, you need a situator
Okay, how I’m always in the middle of a damn murder?
The Big Z, last man standing
From the six letters of the alphabet
How you be the last man standing? I’m bigger than Z
I’ma be the first to pop off before they get me
And how I’m always in the middle of a damn murder?
All I wanted was respect, not be feared
I done gained a lot of both, twenty-six years
Twenty-six, big advances
I had told ’em I was sober, now they think I’m lying
I been smoking weed lately, baby, this ain’t molly
Know it’s hard to believe a n!gga when I say I’m violent
I been two years straight free, can’t you see I’m trying
I been tryna move on, put all this s*it behind me
Every time I go to (??), right here beside me
Should’ve did like my big brother did and went to college
Staying far away from violence, they gon’ blame the project
Tryna ask me ’bout a body, I don’t even know nobody

I’m anti-social as fu*k, in my shell like turtle
Shootout got me jumping corpse just like a hurdle
Many men got your man tangled in a murder
We gotta watch out for the hop out boys and the swervers
Why they murk a n!gga? They don’t like to me icy
Pressure on my chest, I hit the (??) Nike
In my Nike Tech, I gotta real TEC-9
It’s paper on his head, make sure you get a headshot
N!gga, you ain’t my twin, don’t give a damn, we Gemini
I don’t who whacked ’em, what happened? (??)