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Codeine Demon
International Fly Guy
That's me, lil bitch
Lean do it, lean, lean, lean, lean
Lean do it, lean, lean, lean, lean
Lean do it, lean, lean, lean, lean
Lord have mercy on me
Lord have mercy on my soul
Guy gets crazy
Back at it again, I'm feeling like I'm well again
Chains, black diamonds and I'm looking like the revenant
I used to sell wine and I really love selling shit
Up in the club, they looking at me like a felon man
Back at it again, I'm feeling like I'm well again
Chains, black diamonds and I'm looking like the revenant
I used to sell wine and I really love selling shit
Up in the club, they looking at me like a felon man
I'm flipping and tripping the stacks
All I got on me is racks
Call Bladee, he get you some packs
Lil pack came in in a sack
I'm rolling all diamonds, why ask?
Black diamonds, pink shirt and I'm cashed out
Fucking these bitches and pass out
I don't do talking, my rack house
I'm in it for good, there's no back out
I love how she dance, she stand out
We grinding like skaters, no handouts
You want the work, you gotta put out
All the time that you spend now
I hit the mall, then I buy out
My team ain't no football team, try out
We smashing bottles in houses in blackout
Back at it again, I'm feeling like I'm well again
Chains, black diamonds and I'm looking like the revenant
I used to sell wine and I really love selling shit
Up in the club, they looking at me like a felon man
Back at it again, I'm feeling like I'm well again
Chains, black diamonds and I'm looking like the revenant
I used to sell wine and I really love selling shit
Up in the club, they looking at me like a felon man
Pack sold, foreign land, hands on, honestly
I don't need no middle man
On hold selling pints, percs and xans
Still up in the ticket, I'm driving for my man
I'm never on the grind, never on the plan
Work the scale, scaling pounds, pistols in my hand
Work the scale, or the motherfucking soundscan
Your favorite trapper, rapper, shit, he still my biggest fan
Drop off snow, then like a motherfucking ambulance
Call the morgue time up, bitch, and then I'm
I'm still taxing, need taxing, trapper shit
I ain't front shit, I need my cash on demand
Made a lot of money with a fork and a pan
These niggas be snitching, shit I don't understand
Watching the camera, no need for no man
I can put it in the air, ho, I can put it in the van
I grew up like Fred, putting dope in the can
Watching the camera, get the dough for Roxanne
She act cut out from hustler, raw jacket tan
That's like pimping a bitch, that ain't selling no ass
Watching the camera, for 12 or black mask
It don't matter which one, I'mma blast they ass
I ain't turning myself in, they gotta catch my ass
I do that lil time, then come back for a second chance
Back at it again, I'm feeling like I'm well again
Chains, black diamonds and I'm looking like the revenant
I used to sell wine and I really love selling shit
Up in the club, they looking at me like a felon man
Back at it again, I'm feeling like I'm well again
Chains, black diamonds and I'm looking like the revenant
I used to sell wine and I really love selling shit
Up in the club, they looking at me like a felon man