Codeine - BeatKing, Doughbeezy, DT Blanco

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 nigga 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 bitch I just keep them comments

Bitch I’m tipping down

And your bitch how she sucking dick

Another bitch behind

Hold up

Would you run

If I took two to the ground

I be dealing with this shit

So I’m bracing every sip

Who gonna call me up

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

Bitch I’m holy like a pastor

It’s that nine age school

Choosing war over liquor

Pulling bras like I miss you

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Body hot and I rock you up

Reminiscing on that acu rush

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We on that codeine

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 fuck from round me

Only fuck with day one’s

Remember back then when I use to fuck 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 nigga had no luck

So when this verse over Imma poll me a phonebook

Sipping codeine nigga

No beef