Im tryna get you high
Im tryna get you fly Wheezy outta here
Im tryna get you high, girl codeine, codeine
Im tryna get you fly codeine, codeine
Im tryna get you fly codeine, codeine
Im tryna get you fly, girl codeine, codeine
Codeine, codeine
Stella McCartney, Im drippin on swag, and I swear its a whole nother wave
Brand new designer, gon hop in the foreign, goin and goin to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil quarter, went push-start
Checked my persona, thats a new Ferrari
Tellin the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
I put it on, when I put it on, Im stackin it high, Im stackin up neat, yeah
Drinkin on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah
You never seen what I seen, yeah
I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah
Givin you somethin to see if you never seen it when its elite, yeah
Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah
Chanaynay pillows, my room, yeah
You couldnt ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know Ima pop, yeah
Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah
Eat it up, every drop, yeah
Designer, my drugs, designer, my jeans, designer, way down to my socks, yeah
You gotta match up to my fly, I cant get caught with an impostor
I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches starstruck
They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful
Even though Im ridin with my glizzy, everyday, I still feel awesome
Stella McCartney, Im drippin on swag, and I swear its a whole nother wave
Brand new designer, gon hop in the foreign, goin and goin to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil quarter, went push-start
Checked my persona, thats a new Ferrari
Tellin the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
Ballin, I keep my composure
She fuck with me for exposure
Drivin, V-12 my motor skrrt
They gon member my name when its over
Back of the Bach, Im comfy yeah
Had to put on for my country yeah
Pourin codeine in my tummy yeah
Wipe your nose like its runny slatt
No opp block, sippin on bubbly
Pluto my twin like Dudley Dudley
Im on the win like Rocky yeah
Balenci my socks, Im cocky yeah
Certified G, I ate my fists
Brand new foreign, look fire with no kit
Drive in my city, top down, no tints
Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic
Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took
Ridin with a .30 clip under my gut
Multiple mortgages, I aint payin no rent
When I die, my sister gon benefit
I aint G.D., but Ill take care, plenty folk
Crack in the truck, got plenty coke
Wheezy outta here, more waves than boats
Everyday, Im fresh, Im sellin soap
Stella McCartney, Im drippin on swag, and I swear its a whole nother wave
Brand new designer, gon hop in the foreign, goin and goin to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil quarter, went push-start
Checked my persona, thats a new Ferrari
Tellin the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah