Retch Bodeine Brazy
[Intro]
José Hendrix
Huh
[Chorus]
I been off codeine, I'm still takin' Xanax
The Perkies, they callin', I pick up, I answer
I bust in her mouth, I'm inhaling this cancer
Just poured up a six of some red in a Fanta
I might pop a mid and make love to a dancer
Bitch like an 8, I be f..ckin' 11's
But f..ck it, tonight I'ma lower my standards
f..ck on my bitch from the Chi in Atlanta, uh
Won't see me work, none my shooters on camera
Cut off some niggas and went ran my bands up
I was just servin' that food from the bando
Just bought a carbine with fifty extendo
Shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function
I might up the bitch and just shoot up for nothin'
You go, we gon' go, we gon' shoot out in public
Might do Balenci but won't do no Runner, huh
[Verse]
Huh, I get you right to the earth with a button
I just give the gesture, won't be no discussion
Then f..ck on a bitch I just met out in London
I just took a Perc' and it's pullin' me under
Swervin' the work through the rain and the thunder
Biscotti the smoke, like to sip in the 'Raris
Zip-lining with baddies butt naked in Bali
I get aroused when I look at her body
I pray to God don't get stuck with a thottie
But keep a few 'round case the police try to find me
Gotta keep me some options, this life shit get wocky, huh
Save a few checks
Then I'ma go Eliantte my neck
f..ck around, go and pristine my Patek
I'm tryna f..ck Angie Vish on the jet
Know that lil' pussy get drippity wet
Then I'ma go Eliantte my neck
f..ck around, go and pristine my Patek
I'm tryna f..ck Angie Vish on the jet
Know that lil' pussy get drippy and wet
Made a few, Maison, McQueen how I step
Don't call my phone, said it's green, I sit back
I get you shot up, you bleed out the neck
Caught me a stain, now I'm sleepin' on Tech
[Chorus]
I been off codeine, I'm still takin' Xanax
The Perkies, they callin', I pick up, I answer
I bust in her mouth, I'm inhaling this cancer
Just poured up a six of some red in a Fanta
I might pop a mid and make love to a dancer
Bitch like an 8, I be f..ckin' 11's
But f..ck it, tonight I'ma lower my standards
f..ck on my bitch from the Chi in Atlanta, uh
Won't see me work, none my shooters on camera
Cut off some niggas and went ran my bands up
I was just servin' that food from the bando
Just bought a carbine with fifty extendo
Shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function
I might up the bitch and just shoot up for nothin'
You go, we gon' go, we gon' shoot out in public
Might do Balenci but won't do no Runner, huh
