Codiene Flow

Alright, okay
Hol' on cuh where the f*** is my cup at b****?

B**** where the f*** my drank at
I'm tryna fill this bag up, where the bank at
I'm tryna blow the Opps up, where the tanks at?
I'm tryna poke a n**** up, where the shanks at?
Bust a play, make a couple bands then box that
I'll shoot a Mickey on sight, I don't box rats
Stretch a rubber band around this s***, I can pop that
Make her turn around and bust it open, can you pop that?
Man I had a bad day, I wanna shoot somebody
I just bought some Prada shoes, I wanna boot somebody
I just sold a hundred pills, I might hoop some oxys
F*** around 211 functions, might loot the party
B**** let me see your cake, I need inspiration
I'm finna shoot a house up, with no hesitation
I'm finna wet a block party, no celebration
Just scammed this billionaire, out of town for eleven acres
Young n**** getting to it, you see this plain Jane
Spend eleven racks, get it back, and buy the same thing
When I hit your b**** raw, I let my chains hang
All up in her face, yea she say that you lame gang
Four-fives, extended clips and a stick on it
B**** was putting gloss up on her lips, I put my d*** on it
I told her put it in her mouth, so she can lick on it
Spank the Opps bad like they my kids, put a switch on em'
I done made a ten piece, from selling re-roc
I just copped a whole twelve, I need like three pops
Bust a presi' face on the rollie, this a G-shock
Durk I need a switch on this b****, this a G-lock
I might Spot em Got em his a**, f*** them Reeboks
F*** around and light his a** up, and make him beatbox
I might leave his body cold, I pulled the heat out
I be all up in your b**** crib, with my feet out
Got it out the trap, not a rat, but it's cheese out
Real dope boy, in middle school i brought the fiends out
Tryin' to pour a four, the ice cold, then pour the green out
Run up in your crib like SWAT, and get cleaned out
I done stole Lil Dee pack, where the blacks go?
Pulled up with a six and drop some tris', where the act go?
I'm finna O-Dogg some s***, where the Mac go?
I can turn a millionaire broke, like Fat Joe
My b**** pulled up brat mode, got her back broke
Hit that lil b**** from the back, till' the fat poke
He in a pack, a n**** said crab, let the strap poke
Bitch you darker then a blacktop, you lil' black hoe
Just a Child coming through the BackEnd, ain't gotta Cap though
I had popped him then I sealed him like a gift, ain't gotta wrap though
You gone be broke your whole life, I had to stack though
It's a problem if I see a snake n****, though the back door
I'm finna Hawk this n**** down, I'm in a Track though
White Runtz inside the wood, this ain't crack though
Hit this n***** wings, it was Mild with my Black bro
I remember hopping in a stolie, driving fast though
I remember hitting n***** houses, with my cast though
Twelve years old, spanking n***** blocks, ducking crash though
Push the whip, it was me and Gman tryna pass though
Tryna knock this n**** out his shoes, he got some fast toes
My teacher pissed me off, she wore flops, she got fat toes
Get inside the field and run it back, that's a flat four
I mean a four flat
Don't come text me 'bout no b****, come get yo hoe back
Ha, the plug mad I ran off on him, come get your dough back
I remember taking n***** liquor, where the store at
First time I seen bro squabble, I was so fat
I just told the b**** I'm Chxncy, where the Cho at?
Ain't got no dough, you find the hoe where the road at
N***** blessing fiends, you find the coke where the stove at
Devil tryna get the best of me, I had to cope that
Stanky ass b****, get in the shower, where the soap at?
Ha, these n***** steady upping bread, where the loaf at?
As soon as a n**** hear my name, that's where the troph' at
308 hit a n**** face, he getting blown back
Cigarette smoking ass b****, got a throat cap



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Writer(s): Savion Alexander
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