Codeine Punch

No, the time do not tick on this Rollie, yeah (Oh, on this Rollie)
This lil' thotty wanna fuck but she don't know me, yeah (Oh, ooh)
Uh, I got three little foreign baddies in this
Bentley truck (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Uh, styrofoam, high as hell
We're sipping codeine punch (I sip codeine)

Uh, I count bands every day, yes, I get money on the regular (Oh)
I could get your whore
She saw my Patek, I don't need to flirt (Ooh, oh)
I just took this yerky yerky, that bitch made my stomach hurt
If the oppers pull up on me, I'm gon' make this blicky twerk
Fuck her, I'm deleting hеr
I get high like out of earth
Yеah, I'm flying in the coupey, beat her pussy
Put it in a hearse
Yeah, this cookie got me geeking
Making songs but I don't know the words
Feel like I'm flying in this
Porsche truck, I know I've yet to see the world

My life, seems like a dream to me
And I think, me and the money were meant to be

No, the time do not tick on this Rollie, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
This lil' thotty wanna fuck but she don't know me, yeah (Oh, ooh)
I got three little foreign baddies in this
Bentley truck (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Styrofoam, high as hell
We're sipping codeine punch (I sip codeine, yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Nicholas Mira, Nathan Scott Lamarche, Danny Jerome Jenrette, Henry Lother Nichols, Jonathan Hicks
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