[Intro: BBY KODIE]
Aye y'all n***as need to stop acting like ho's man. Just saying...

[Verse: BBY KODIE]
Still draped up and dripped off that drank
Lean like a saint we got purple like we paint
Leaned off the drank want me to walk straight but I can't
That lean got me breathing out a promethazine tank
This codeine got me crazy I see the future when I thank
Still tippin' on four fours got me dripping off that drank
N***as hating cause they can't
Big baby OG in this thang
Pimping ho's need me a cane
Candy paint codeine saint
Taking trips to the bank, yeah
Hop off flight get a check
N***as still worry about bitches
I still ain't broke a sweat
Put your city on my neck
Fuck them ho's they just pests
Candy paint-colored jet
I put elbows on the wings
I put elbows on your ho's
I mean elbows on your queens
Them your ho's but them ho's only do shit for me
They gon' break your ass down for some rent and some weed
Don't ask me for no fee
Gripping grain, gripping weave
I'm still fucking on your freak
Pimping pens once again it's Lil Kodie don't even ask
I feel like I'm Keke I'm the light-skinned Steve Nash
I be drowning in VV's when I sleep I take a bath
Rick Owens on my feet and Girbaud on my ass

[Outro: Lil Keke]
Aye you know what it is. Don Ke 713 the coldest n***a. It's some WorldStarHipHop, some hip hop for all world stars y'know what I'm saying? Real freestyle shit. Y'know we got pen, pad we write it down, we gangsta. But freestyle is no pen no pad it's straight off the top your mind let the beat go, and let it og. Real n***as survive this how we start-