Codeine Cowboys* lyrics
by Juice WRLD
[Chorus]
Ice, light the whole room up, bling-blow
The man got a new Plain Jane, sit down
He can't talk sh*t until he get a bustdown
And if my n*ggas robbing him, he may get bust down
I feel like the referee, every time they act foul
'Cause when they act foul is when I put my foot down
Rocks bustin' out, Codeine cowboys back in town, yee-haw
[Verse]
[...]
I'm fine, n*gga, check (sh*t, come do it)
Uh, sh*t, oh—, oh hell
I know it be some n*ggas and b*tches that want me to go through some Hell
They don't even gotta say it to me, I feel it in the air (Yeah)
But I make my problems and my demons disappear, b*tch
The AP on my wrist (What's that?), put a Gucci ring on your b*tch (Oh, yeah)
I hit it from the back one or two times (Let's go)
I ain't ever give that b*tch a kiss (Uh-uh)
'Cause I know she be suckin' on di*k (Where?)
From the 5th Street to the 6th (Uh-huh), If you know about all over East (Yeah-yeah)
I think G Herb'll f*ck that b*tch, swerve (Gang-gang, gang-gang)
[Chorus]
Ice, light the whole room up, bling-blow
The man got a new Plain Jane, sit down
He can't talk sh*t until he get a bustdown
And if my n*ggas robbing him, he may get bust down
I feel like the referee, every time they act foul
'Cause when they act foul is when I put my foot down
Rocks bustin' out, Codeine cowboys back in town, yee-haw