Codeine Habits lyrics

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I got 30 shots on the Glock, lil' n*gga
I got 30 shots for a opp, lil' n*gga
I been posted in the trap till my pockets got bigger
I'm in the spot counting gwop with a dirty ass pistol
Ran that check up, now these n*ggas' feelings hurt
Finger f*ck the drac, that's how you make a chopper squirt
Had to clean the money, I got mines from the dirt
I be sippin' on syrup, like that sh*t was Butterworth
I got Codeine habbits
My hood b*tch the baddest
Real thick b*tch, she eat her cornbread and carrots
She like n*ggas that be trappin'
We don't do no cappin'
Trap jumpin' like gymnastics
And that chopper shooting [?]

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
I grew up f*cking with blocks, reason I got all these watches
[?] me down from [?], I know half you hoes impostors
b*tch [?] doctor, ho quit acting like it's real
I might f*ck her, I might not
That all depend on how I feel
But n*ggas steal
All this sh*t came from [?]
For the right price I might [?]
Still clutching on that [?]
b*tch f*cking on my cousin
She like that ain't your brother
That might become her husband
Can't go out like no sucker
f*ck her
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I got 30 shots on the Glock, lil' n*gga (Lil' n*gga)
I got 30 shots for a opp, lil' n*gga (Lil' n*gga)
I been posted in the trap till my pockets got bigger
I'm in the spot counting gwop with a dirty ass pistol
Ran that check up, now these n*ggas' feelings hurt
Finger f*ck the drac, that's how you make a chopper squirt
Had to clean the money, I got mines from the dirt
I be sippin' on syrup, like that sh*t was Butterworth
I got Codeine habbits
My hood b*tch the baddest
Real thick b*tch, she eat her cornbread and carrots
She like n*ggas that be trappin'
We don't do no cappin'
Trap jumpin' like gymnastics
And that chopper shooting [?]

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
I just got the drop from a thot, lil' n*gga
She say you got that gwop, but you soft like a pillow
I'ma call up me a meeting, chop it up with my n*ggas
[?] b*tch right there [?] but she hang with some hittas
I like all my b*tches slimy
[?]
Work him till he blinded
Then help him go and find it
Put my n*ggas on a mission
[?] closet and the kitchen
[?] dishes
Now that's a clean chicken
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I got 30 shots on the Glock, lil' n*gga
I got 30 shots for a opp, lil' n*gga
I been posted in the trap till my pockets got bigger
I'm in the spot counting gwop with a dirty ass pistol
Ran that check up, now these n*ggas' feelings hurt
Finger f*ck the drac, that's how you make a chopper squirt
Had to clean the money, I got mines from the dirt
I be sippin' on syrup, like that sh*t was Butterworth
I got Codeine habbits
My hood b*tch the baddest
Real thick b*tch, she eat her cornbread and carrots
She like n*ggas that be trappin'
We don't do no cappin'
Trap jumpin' like gymnastics
And that chopper shooting [?]