A Gritty Return: Kodak Black Unleashes Raw Street Narratives in “Imma Shoot“
Released on August 15, 2025, Kodak Black’s new single, “Imma Shoot,” arrives as a raw and unvarnished return to the artist’s foundational storytelling style.
The track, a potent dose of modern hip-hop, quickly gained traction, having already amassed millions of plays on social media before its official release, demonstrating a powerful pre-existing demand from his dedicated fanbase.
Produced by a collaborative team that includes Mia Jayc, Mxxdmvsic, Dyryk, and Ben Heet, the song is a sonic force of nature.
Sweeping orchestration and crackling, intense drums provide a dramatic backdrop for Kodak Black’s signature melodic hooks and trademark pitched-up vocal loops, a style that has drawn immediate comparisons to his 2021 smash hit, “Super Gremlin.”
Lyrically, “Imma Shoot” is a gritty and unapologetic reflection on the harsh realities of street life.
With vivid, almost documentarian imagery, Kodak Black’s narrates a world of resilience and confrontation, channeling hard-earned wisdom into a compelling new anthem.
The official music video, released on the same day, reinforces the song’s themes, with visuals that highlight the raw, unflinching perspective central to his artistry.
Both the song and its accompanying video solidify Kodak Black’s reputation as one of hip-hop’s most authentic and compelling storytellers, a voice that commands attention with its potent blend of personal reflection and uncompromising realism.
The single is now available on all major streaming platforms, a testament to his continued influence and creative vitality.
Quotable Lyrics:
Fresh paint dripping off my ceiling, these ni**a wanna kill me
So I’m strapped down with two Glizzys when I’m riding around my city
This KK got me trippin’, I said I was done with it
This fifty cut off your engine, I’m in the hood like a transmission
Sh*t steady getting funked, walk a ni**a to the trunk
I pull out ’71 Donk, little ni**a, big boy yonk
Well, where you been? Shaking my head, not the feds
Ain’t doin’ no talking, straight droppin’ on all you ni**as’ head
On everybody top, any ni**a, that’s on me
If I’m going out about anything, I’m dying ’bout my Z
Same old sh*t, you know the plan
I’m flamin’ like, jit, why you ain’t use the switch? That was our mans
Yeah, fresh out the gate, you know what’s up
Tryna have me a f**k ni**a sh*ttin’ up blood
Geeked up, b*tch, I’m ready to shoot, geeked up, ready to shoot
Run up the money, I don’t need no love
Strip the boy naked, let me see your gun
Geeked up, b*tch, I’m ready to shoot, geeked up, ready to shoot
You know I’m ’bout to shoot (I’m ’bout to squeeze)
I got these bullets in my hand and I ain’t afraid to shoot you
(Think I was police the way I hop out, make a ni**a freeze)
Shh, don’t make a sound (Don’t make a peep)
I got these bullets in my hand and I ain’t afraid to shoot you
(‘Cause I’m knocking everybody including me)
You know I’m ’bout to shoot (I’m ’bout to squeeze)
I got these bullets in my hand and I ain’t afraid to shoot you
(Think I was police the way I hop out, make a ni**a freeze)
Shh, don’t make a sound (Don’t make a peep)
I got these bullets in my hand and I ain’t afraid to shoot you (‘Cause I’m knocking everybody including me)
Geeked up, ready to shoot, little homicide, better be cute
I’ma take his soul and poof, I’ma break this phone in two
No Perks, but I’m on this juice, these b*tches roll in two
I put my d*ck in the soup, just me and my stick in the coupe
I think about kickin’ the boot, but I don’t wanna, you don’t want this pressure, little ni**a
Losing family members, you gon’ die a caterpillar, you gon’ never fly
When those vultures land at your drop, boy, its peckin’ time
I wish a ni**a would, but if he would, he got a death wish
That flaggin’ have your a** in the sky, get you airlift
I hate that wasn’t my play ’cause if it was I wouldn’t have spared him
Little dawg stepped out the car, I wonder what he told the sheriff
Spray the scene and then shift, lotta smoke,
Killers hold no manners, even bystanders
I got no standards, kill ’em on camera
My name’s Kodak, let me see
Brain fragments everywhere, red bottoms on my feet
