Blacc Zacc, 42 Dugg - Codeine Habits

Текст песни

I got 30 shots on the Glock, lil nigga
I got 30 shots for a opp, lil nigga
I been posted in the trap till my pockets got bigger
I’m in the spot counting gwop with a dirty ass pistol
Ran that check up, now these niggas' feelings hurt
Finger fuck the drac, that’s how you make a chopper squert
Had to clean the money, I got mines from the dirt
I be sippin on syrup, like that shit was Butterworth
I got Codeine habbits
My hood bitch the baddest
Real thick bitch, she eat her corn bread and carrots
She like niggas that be trappin
We don’t do no cappin
Trap jumpin like gymnastics
And that chopper shooting
I grew up fucking with blocks, reason I got all these watches
me down from, I know half you hoes impostors
Bitch doctor, ho quit acting like it’s real
I might fuck her, I might not
That all depend on how I feel
But
All this shit came from
For the right price I might
Still clutching on that
Bitch fucking on my cousin
She like that ain’t your brother
That might become her husband
Can’t go out like no sucker
Fuck
I got 30 shots on the Glock, lil nigga
I got 30 shots for a opp, lil nigga
I been posted in the trap till my pockets got bigger
I’m in the spot counting gwop with a dirty ass pistol
Ran that check up, now these niggas' feelings hurt
Finger fuck the drac, that’s how you make a chopper squert
Had to clean the money, I got mines from the dirt
I be sippin on syrup, like that shit was Butterworth
I got Codeine habbits
My hood bitch the baddest
Real thick bitch, she eat her corn bread and carrots
She like niggas that be trappin
We don’t do no cappin
Trap jumpin like gymnastics
And that chopper shooting
I just got the drop from a thot, lil nigga
She say you got that gwop, but you soft like a pillo
Imma call up me a meeting, chop it up with my niggas
bitch right there but she hang with some hittas
I like all my bitches slimey
Work him till he blinded
Then help him go and find it
Put my niggas on a mission
closet and the kitchen
dishes
Now that’s a clean chicken
I got 30 shots on the Glock, lil nigga
I got 30 shots for a opp, lil nigga
I been posted in the trap till my pockets got bigger
I’m in the spot counting gwop with a dirty ass pistol
Ran that check up, now these niggas' feelings hurt
Finger fuck the drac, that’s how you make a chopper squert
Had to clean the money, I got mines from the dirt
I be sippin on syrup, like that shit was Butterworth
I got Codeine habbits
My hood bitch the baddest
Real thick bitch, she eat her corn bread and carrots
She like niggas that be trappin
We don’t do no cappin
Trap jumpin like gymnastics
And that chopper shooting