Codine Cups

Fast life livin'
Yeah, we still tippin'
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
On the lean poppin' rose with a kush blunt
With a bitch, ass fat, see it from the front
Mind gone, man I'm trippy and my eyes low
Everything purple, all I see is weed smoke
Codeined out, but my bitch gonna try
If you say you ain't high, then you niggas lyin'
A bunch of Taylors Memphis niggas gettin' throwed nigga
A bunch of hoes in this crib, bunch of O's nigga
Off that oil and it's dirty and I'm feeling great
Smoke a blunt or two or three just to keep me straight
You getting high, what ho, make a decision
That medical promethazine trippy prescription
Cups overflowin', and my vision is dizzy
I'm like Bobby Brown ho without new edition
Fast life livin'
Yeah, we still tippin'
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Purple, purple, purple, cup always full
Pass it in a circle, everybody smoking good
On the daily might, smoke an ounce just to fuck around
Weed mane sold out when I'm in your town
2050 Trippy, she got a sippy cup
They say don't drink and sip that lean but I mix em up
Turnt up to the max, real ratchet shit
She bad and she smoked probably half that bitch
You niggas still gettin' tipsy, catch me leanin'
Smoke some incredible, feel like I'm dreamin'
My crib in Cali like Texas sippin' DJ Screw
Fridge fill a Bombay but you can't find no juice
Fast life livin'
Yeah, we still tippin'
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid



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Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Abel Makkonen Tesfaye
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