Real Codiene Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Man I really feel like I'm like the youngest turnt nigga in the city right now. You hear me
LIL BALLIN!
Ayy, young nigga, I run up them racks like it ain't nothin
Hoe niggas, I can't fuck with niggas who be bluffin
It ain't bout that cash, don't want to talk end of discussion
She keep shakin' ass but I'm tryna see if shorty fuckin
Uh, I'm tryna see if she gon' do the team
Glocks with green lights they split' the opps, I know they see the beam
Racks inside my purples when Im walkin, bitch, you see the jeans
Feel like A2 when I'm sippin' on that real codeine
Uh, and I like Wocky, I don't do the green
Bitch, if she a fan, hoe, get my man, she like, hoe, what you mean
I'm like, what you mean? You won't fuck me, bitch, you gotta do the team
Bitch, I'm rich as shit, might pull up in some shit you never seen
B-bitch, I'm fly as shit, might pop out in some shit you never saw
Drop five racks in the Gucci store on shit that I ain't never wore
Nigga say he spin my block, that's cap, that nigga ain't never score
Nigga think he lit, he fuck my bitch, lil' bruh, she been a whore
Nigga think he me, hop on the beat and get the same shit
20 racks ain't shit, I ran through 40 on some JWETT shit
Heard he hang with opps, we pushed up on him, got his ass hit
Thought it was a Drizzy, well, we slid, but it's a damn switch
Yeah, and how you solid and your man snitch
Every time we spin this drum, this stick just like to bag shit
He say he a stepper, pushed up on him and he ran quick
If I let you get this dick, lil' bitch, you can't be sayin' shit
Uh, don't be posted on no fan shit, you dicked out
I was takin' risks, fuckin' that opp thot, at that bitch house
I was takin' risks at ATM, pullin' that shit out
High as shit off lean, I'm on zoe block, I got my stick out
But I had to chill off lean, cause I was trippin' out
Bitch keep gettin' mad, callin' my phone, I keep on flippin' out
Let me find another nigga in there I'ma flip the house
Bitch said she got one up, I'ma show her what this glizzy bout
Yeah, I'ma show you how this Glock work
Pull up shootin' shit, they think I got a deal on clockwork
Sold his ass some fentanyl perky, now he say his heart hurt
It ain't bout who got that stick, its about who up that Glock first
Young nigga, I run up them racks like it ain't nothin
Hoe niggas, I can't f**k with niggas who be bluffin
It ain't bout that cash, don't wanna talk end of discussion
She keep shakin' ass, but I'm tryna see if shawty fuckin
Uh, I'm tryna see if she gon' do the team
Glocks with green lights, they spin the opps, I know they see the beam
Racks inside my purples when Im walkin, bitch you see the jeans
Feel like A2 when I'm sippin' on that real codeine