Codiene Flow Lyrics

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