Beatking - Codeine lyrics

[Verse 1:] RIP DJ Screw Hold up, I'm swinging off that off side Bopping soft side Two fifteen's in the truck You hit me outside Pistol on my dick Wing stop on my right side H -Town, trill n***a put these holes in When I was broke they use to curve Now it's so easy Get that bread, get that head Then these Hoes leave They were suppose to hit records worth DoughBeezy We be in and out of traffic Swinging down that two ninety Finna hit up D T Blanco She got Hoes look like Rihanna Club Godzilla b**h I just keep them comments b**h I'm tipping down And your b**h how she s**ing dick Another b**h behind Hold up [Verse 2:] Would you run If I took two to the ground I be dealing with this sh** So I'm bracing every sip Who gonna call me up [x2] See I'm ready to reach the pello yellow I'm in love Pineapple chunk stains on my tongue Getting further and beyond Got this thing called Deno She's so raw, better see her That crushed pills called soda Little more ice make it colder b**h I'm holy like a pastor It's that nine age school Choosing war over liquor Pulling bras like I miss you Unable to transcribe the line; words are not clear Body hot and I rock you up Reminiscing on that acu rush Unable to transcribe the line; words are not clear We on that codeine [Verse 3:] First time pull out the coop Then I drop the roof And then I chunk the deuce Before I dunk a deuce And that juice they were sipping that's screw house But, before I sip the cup I roll a switcher up to roll a new ounce I know screw in heaven on a blue couch Get my tongue and then I lick my gums When I'm sipping like when kids pull a tooth out Truth out, me I'mma sip till I can't no more It look bate, but it ain't no more And even if you find a bread You can't afford to buy it You don't even wanna know the price of paying go for Now the whole on red from here to Homestead Boys calling for a telephone dead And if you really sip codeine You know that when you get old lean The other two don't add So please stay the f** from round me Only f** with day one's Remember back then when I use to f** with play guns And roll up Reggie I don't scared the hell of you But now I smoke so much buns You would think I got eight lungs And stacks so much bags You would think that I beg buns I'm done making friends unless they helping me making funs Tried to quit sipping but a n***a had no luck So when this verse over Imma poll me a phonebook Sipping codeine n***a No beef