Byrd - Codeine in a Fanta lyrics

[Intro: Byrd] Damn, I paid for a whole 8 This look like a 7 1/2 I gave you all your money Can I have all my drank? [Hook] [Harley Ken] I'm turnt up it's up-up Sipping that ac out a double cup Codeine in a Fanta Codeine in a Fanta [Scotty Cain] And my diamond game on floss With a fat blunt blunt in my mouth On some sh** you can't handle Some sh** you can't handle [Harley Ken] Bad b**h she fine as f** Oh she got me rocked up Getting head in a Phantom Getting head in a Phantom [Scotty Cain] f** pouring deuces, we pour the fours Straight drop, no k rolls Codeine in a Fanta Codeine in a Fanta [Verse 1: Harley Ken] Robbin jeans with a four poured in my Fanta Kush stuffed with exotic sh** you can't handle Can't wait to get it so I can sip ac in that Bugatti I love pouring fours that's my f**ing hobby I'm a super star, b**h, can't meet you in the lobby Room 533, b**h come give me toppie Now b**h get the f** out my face Making love to this 2 liter Fanta, just poured a eight [Verse 2: Scotty Cain] My swag up and these hoes on me Green Jeep with no doors on it Harley copped the green cause it's about the money My cup muddy I'm feeling sluggish My bands up and I'm turnt up I been to Cali two hours, I done f**ed something Smoking the best, gotta feel it in your chest Two grams nothing less when I smoke something I'm pouring the syrup, whipping the Audi and puffing the herb Just dropped a b**h off from giving me head she made the whip swerve Like when n***as talk sh** cause I'm f**ing they b**h and she get on my nerves Asking me why I don't ever hit back, cause b**h I be full of that syrup [Hook] [Verse 3: Pablo] Independent with the rap, no label Sipping red, I don't f** with no label I'm a boss, I be balling like a Laker Grew up for the four brothers, no cable From the [?] so you know I'm bout the dope spots I don't got to play D, I got a jump shot I know the game, p**y n***a, like an umpire Bow Jackson with the trap I play both sides Sipping ac 1-5 for the PT We the new Hot Boys, free BG Been balling in the game like a dream team And I got a new plug, shout out Walgreens n***a tasting all the ac, Imma pay that No seal, no deal, I don't get jack I buy Asic sick eights, Im a drank head Got it for the shoulder low, shout out bank heads [Verse 4: Byrd] Get the Okay, you shipping it right? You get it tomorrow, I ship it tonight Yellow Fanta, never seen with a sprite Last I cup I had left made me lean to the right [?] Love the girls, that be with the baddest b**h You shouldn't have called your plug said he ain't have the sh** Come from the pint, for looking all sad and sh** Asking questions like I was the answer Mellow done, now three in the Fanta Years of sipping, my belly on Santa Reality TV, no changing the channel No joking b**h cold, my ace of spades Sipping with [?] sh**, no label, escaping the lean cause Boosie BadAzz the life that I dreamed of [Hook]