Codeine Cowboy lyrics

[Intro]
Bruh, play that joint from the top, come on
Slime, slime, comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street (SmokeySmokey)
Comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street
Damn
Oh, yeah
Ah-da-da
Damn

[Verse]
You want you some money, I'ma make you a runner
We don't f*ck with no rats, we'd have been smoked Gunna
b*tch all on my di*k and she get on my nerves
This car too fast, they gotta bring out the bird
Cuz lookin' too sweet, man, he doggin' the whip
If the car pull wrong, on my soul, I'ma hit
What I made in an hour, you made in a week
Ruth's Chris ain't nothin', that sh*t still cheap
He got hit with some sh*t, man, he fell on his face
That lil' sh*t light, I did ten on the Chasе
I'm doggin' this b*tch and I f*cked up her lace
Man, n*ggas bе cappin', I don't hear what they say
These hoes ain't nothin', a n*gga been pimpin'
Cuz lovin' the yak, made a name in the kitchen
I'm always on ten, man, I stay with my gun
'Bout to cop me a log, 'bout to wire the funds
I know that y'all hurt, y'all keep takin' them L's
Sweet-talk to a b*tch like I'm talkin' on Grailed
We hop out the car, we look like the jumpers
They lovin' my sh*t, man, they lovin' my number
He know that he wrong, man, he not for the men
Two bands ain't nothin', that's a new CPN
He stuck in the past, he keep talkin' 'bout dumps
If the b*tch head good, she could get what she want
Man, I'm up in Tysons, I'm shoppin' for sh*t
That boy on a date, smoke him and his b*tch
He thought with his di*k and got hit in his head
I'm fly as sh*t, drippin', I feel like I'm Greg
Keep makin' up sh*t, I don't know what you sayin'
I know it's f*cked up, I just sold her a dream
[Outro]
Damn
Oh, yeah