Nyck @ Knight - Audiopium lyrics

[Intro: Kirk Knight, CJ Fly & Joey Bada$$] Sounds like another word Yeah, Kirk, you gotta add your sh** to this Yo, my n***a, don’t even trip I ain’t trippin’ You know we get the dollar slices for free Too broke sh**, bank rolls ya b**h Know what I’m saying, we got them fiends round, all the way round the block twice, n***a [Dirty Sanchez] PRO ERA! [Hook: Joey Bada$$ & CJ Fly] Beast Coast and we ’bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the pizza coming This dough man don’t need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio Beast Coast fellas ’bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the pizza coming This dough man don’t need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio [Verse 1: Nyck Caution & Dessy Hinds] Yeah, I’m about to cop some more, it’s on me Got the guap I’m toured And cops circle ’round the block, know it’s time for sure Ayo, keep that sh** low n***a, lock the door This sh** pop when I got the chord [Verse 2: Kirk Knight] And I need more money yeah, por favor And I sell a ton can’t wait, hold some more Serve ba**, got loud, got more in store You ain’t do it like I do it, you ain’t popping boy [Verse 3: Dessy Hinds] Rap, no pop, record They got fiend by the back up cause, backing off With the price of crack, that could crack your jaw Then running with the packs like I pack them all [Verse 4: Aaron Rose] And we running like a pack of dogs Pack the floor, the pack blast heat, leave ’em lacking thoughts They can feel it in the streets so we tax ’em off I gotta break up all my piece let ’em blast it off, audiopium [Hook: Joey Bada$$ & CJ Fly] Beast Coast and we ’bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the pizza coming This dough man don’t need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio Beast Coast fellas ’bout to feast this summer Brand new pies, got the pizza coming This dough man don’t need no oven My dope-heads they need that Audiopium, audio Audiopium, audio [Verse 5: Rokamouth] Still adding up my epiphanies I shall abide to apply with all my abilities Took all my alibis, bye for they lies when they tryna belittle me Bid on me, guess you wanna see the bitter me [Verse 6: Dirty Sanchez] Chilling with the don and yeah it’s war, put a hit on me You can smoke all you want, all you want b**h, just don’t f** with my purp I’m not finna work for no white man Put that on my heart with my right hand Latino heat, I do my dance Watch the money roll like that’s my plan I only hang with a gang full of leaders I earned my stripes, pledge of allegiance f** all my teachers, I’m hoping you see this And everyone else that was non-believers Sunshine and that knife in 47 sh**, for forever, sh** You ain’t f**ing with mine, whatever b**h [Verse 7: Nyck Caution] Whatever, Nyck spit sounding like Beretta clips It’s been a minute but the Era got it’s members together I’m with the world, got that notice STEEZ quick to the catch yeah, want you back Remember what was missing from the game Audiopium, I’ll probably be addicted forever [Bridge: Kirk Knight & CJ Fly] Audiopium We keep the dope fiends itching This that crack y’all been missing Audiopium Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and R.I.P. King Cap, you gave us vision Audiopium We keep the dope fiends itching This that crack y’all been missing Audiopium Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and R.I.P. King Cap, you gave us vision [Outro: Capital STEEZ] (Soul searchin’) ’till my flows are perfect I ain’t trynna be a slave to grow old from workin’ Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped it second Tell them n***as keep it steppin’ with they beat selection Check the melodies, it’s so heavenly That sh**’ll get your hipster move with no 7D’s Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies Got that sh** mix and mastered both remedies Grab a spoonful, we servin’ up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it’s hot I’m flowin’ like a volcano, I’m drippin’ verses off the top Dirty cops still swervin’ on the block Lookin’ for black kids, that spittin’ up acid It’s in my jeans so don’t worry what my pants is Get with the script it’s that ignorant sh** And we bound to get sick of it quick and I ain’t sealin’ my lips It’s the shift, I know you feel it man We blowin’ up like a ceiling fan Droppin’ off j**els like k**a Cam’s man When it comes to kickin’ verses I’m Mr. Van Damme Crushin’ strawberry, it’s the jam So throw up both hands if you can Ironic how I’m k**in’ this sh**, until they bury me My volume is going in depth with longevity Stupid