Catch Flight Songtext
von Kodak Black

Jay-Jay R
Ha, for real
This gon′ blow AD
Sniper (uh-huh)
Let's get it
Lil Kodak in the Kodak flights
Turn up, turn up
Check

I don′t catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)
I used to sell rocks, now I rock mics (now I'm on that rich shit)
I′ma show you what a boss look like (I′m on that rich shit)
Run up on me, I'ma hit ′em on sight (now I'm on that rich shit)
I was livin′ wrong, got my money right (now I'm on that rich shit)
I hustled all day, hustled all night (I′m on that rich shit)
Told me life is a gamble, but I was shootin' dice (I'm on that rich shit)
And I don′t catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (now I′m on that rich shit)


They say my flow mean, dress code nice
And now I'll pull up in a Jag′, used to steal bikes
Black nigga, not a racist, I was sellin' white
I had to stay down, now, my car sittin′ high

I was bussin' licks, puttin′ hits, totin' heat
Jumped in head first, I was in deep
Pockets full of rocks, not a kid, rocked the beat
Shoot the streets, I can't let them crackers down me

AD put me on my feet, said my time here
Audemar wrap my wrist, yeah, my time clear
And I don′t see you hatin′ niggas, I be goin' blind
I′m on my first class shit, I be so fly

I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I′m on that rich shit)
I used to sell rocks, now I rock mics (now I'm on that rich shit)
I′ma show you what a boss look like (I'm on that rich shit)
Run up on me, I'ma hit ′em on sight (now I′m on that rich shit)
I was livin' wrong, got my money right (now I′m on that rich shit)
I hustled all day, hustled all night (I'm on that rich shit)
Told me life is a gamble, but I was shootin′ dice (I'm on that rich shit)
And I don′t catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (now I'm on that rich shit)


I'm pickin′ up cheques, I don′t fall in love (no, it ain't)
I don′t catch feelings, I just catch a nut
I was dead broke nigga, now I live it up
Took off in a private jet and landed on the plug

Keep designer on my body, I'm a auto-pilot
I′m a sniper, run up on me, don't you think about it
I just poured up a four, sippin′ dirty Fanta
I was catchin' the city bus, now I'm in a Phantom

I was poppin′ down rocks, givin′ licks to Santa (skrrt)
Project baby, shittin' on a nigga, where my pamper?
Cake like my birthday, blow it like a candle
Got this shit under control, about to flip the channel

I don′t catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)
I used to sell rocks, now I rock mics (now I′m on that rich shit)
I'ma show you what a boss look like (I′m on that rich shit)
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight (now I′m on that rich shit)
I was livin′ wrong, got my money right (now I'm on that rich shit)
I hustled all day, hustled all night (I′m on that rich shit)
Told me life is a gamble, but I was shootin' dice (I′m on that rich shit)
And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (now I′m on that rich shit)

Now I'm on my rich shit
Now I'm on my rich shit
Now I′m on my rich shit
Now I′m on my rich shit