On May, 8, 2025, American rapper and singer Kodak Black released his new single “Christopher Columbus” on his Official YouTube channel. Whether you are a fan of Kodak Black or just simply someone looking for meaningful lyrics, this song is bound to leave an impression. Its irresistible music and unforgettable, mindblowing lyrics make it impossible not to sing along. Read Christopher Columbus lyrics by Kodak Black below and experience the song’s passion.
Lyrics of Christopher Columbus by Kodak Black
Christopher Columbus
Sellin’ Info’s I Be Duffin’
Shittin’ On These Niggas
Puttin’ On A Bike When Rushin’
I Feel Like Willie Linton, Hangin’ Out The Colors
You Can’t Hang Me On No Tree
Unless You Want It
Jesus Died On Friday,
How The Hell Did He Wake Up On Sunday
Me And These Ain’t Really Up For Three Days
Thuggin’ Like It’s Funny
Ayy, All Y’all Rockin’ The Same Girl
Drippin’ On Them Cuffs
Ayy, These Niggas Ain’t Really Eatin’ For Real
You Know I Know You Muzzle Me
It Ain’t Easter, But I’m Matchin’
I’m Caught Hoppin’ Like A Bun,
I Ain’t On That Easter Shit
She Wanna Have My Head, But It Ain’t Nothin’
I Just Got The Splat For Nothin’
Just A Bucket, Then I Ducked
It Still Feel Like A Fugitive
Cause Every Day I’m Roadrunnin’
Ain’t No The Ground No More
But I Still Be Crossin’ Tracks Like Harriet Tubman
Sterotyped, But I Got A White Blunt
They Givin’ Me Head To Dunks
Don’t Trust You With My Livelihood
Can’t Even Trust You With My Money
Don’t Trust Myself Cause I’m A Cook
And Trust Is Not Applied To Money
If The Jow Doesn’t Fu*kin’ 95
Fire A Nigga Up In Public
The Block, It Got The Private Part
But I Would Let It Go Off In Public
Christopher Columbus
Sellin’ Info’s I Be Duffin’
Shittin’ On These Niggas
Puttin’ On A Bike When Rushin’
I Feel Like Willie Linton, Hangin’ Out The Colors
You Can’t Hang Me On No Tree
Unless You Want It
Jesus Died On Friday,
How The Hell Did He Wake Up On Sunday
Me And These Ain’t Really Up For Three Days
Thuggin’ Like It’s Funny
Ayy, All Y’all Rockin’ The Same Girl
Drippin’ On Them Cuffs
Ayy, These Niggas Ain’t Really Eatin’ For Real
You Know I Know You Muzzle Me
You Guys Blasph Me
You Know You Won’t Blast Me
Hell Yeah I’m Rappin’ With That Snappy Shit, My Strategy
Nigga, I’m Body-bodied
Soldiers Like I’m Masterpiece
I’ll Be On The Magazines, Still Be Toing Magazines
I Fell In Love With Ratchet
Glock Doin’ Savage Things
Yeah, That Snappy Make Me Feel Like
Fu*k This Rapping Thing
Come To Kentucky, I Be Battlin’ Tragedy
I Run It Like I’m Reggie Jackosn
On The Track And Team
To Make A Lot Of Hood,
Gotta Be A Rapper Or An Athlete
My Uncle Name Was Maestro
He Know Who I Was, Masterpiece
He Used To Tell Them Niggas About Lettin’ Me Roll Dice
Had A Dope Stroll
He Used To Be Like Shit,
This Young Nigga The One Who Win And Dole
Was A Young Nigga When I Was Grown
I’m A Young Nigga, But I’m Grown
He Let Me Hold The Crown
He Can Never Diss Me On A Song
My Cranny On The Up Baby,
You Don’t Know What Time I’m On
You Ain’t Even Run Down On Your Own
Nigga, I Ran Out On My Own
I Ain’t Gotta Tell You What I’mma Do,
Nigga, I’mma Do It On My Own
Come When I Lay Down In My Desk
That Nigga, I’m Snoozin’ By My Own
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ayee
Where The Hell I Be On?
I Can Act A Fool And I Can Rap It Cool
And Drop Jewels On This Song
Christopher Columbus
Sellin’ Info’s I Be Duffin’
Shittin’ On These Niggas
Puttin’ On A Bike When Rushin’
I Feel Like Willie Linton, Hangin’ Out The Colors
You Can’t Hang Me On No Tree
Unless You Want It
Jesus Died On Friday,
How The Hell Did He Wake Up On Sunday
Me And These Ain’t Really Up For Three Days
Thuggin’ Like It’s Funny
