Codiene Pancake Breakfast Lyrics

Codeine Pancake Breakfast

Thick lil' shit from Texas

For the hoes, I got a fetish

Woes Island, I ain't get your message

S550, the Maybach one

I slimed a nigga out I got payback once

I'm fuckin' his bitch, she ain't even call the nigga once

If we talkin' lamb talk, I want that for lunch

I can make them bands walk I don't even gotta touch em

I'm fuckin' fans, ouu, yeah, I love em

We in the back room gettin' high as hell I'm baked like an oven

Go ahead, twerk it, bust it, shake it

I show a band, she get naked

I got different hoes, different flavors

They wanna eat some Molly, get faded

I'm trapping out the crib, it's gated

My lifestyle lit, amazing

You niggas, they mad, they hate it

Too many spliffs, I'm jaded

Show me a bankroll Me and Lil Drama the Bang bros

Chanel bucket hat like a Kango

It ain't no where in the land that I can't go

I spent bands myself I ain't never need no label

I'm getting packs no scale

Whole lotta racks on the table

White bitch but she black like Adele

Timeless, my Rollie gold like a bell

I'm trapped in I had to get it my self

Bags in, let me show you what I got for sale

It's okay, I'll be the villain in your story, shorty

Smoke ten woods, back to back then I go eat at Lawry's

I got blues on me, fresh out the bank I look like Dory

Fuck the bullshit, all I know is keep it goin

Codeine Pancake Breakfast

Thick lil' shit from Texas

For the hoes, I got a fetish

Woes Island, I ain't get your message

S550, the Maybach one

I slimed a nigga out I got payback once

I'm fuckin' his bitch, she ain't even call the nigga once

If we talkin' lamb talk, I want that for lunch

I can make them bands walk I don't even gotta touch em

I'm fuckin' fans, ouu, yeah, I love em

We in the back room gettin' high as hell I'm baked like an oven