[Intro]
Aye, let that shit ride, Tay
Woah-oh-oh
Aye, go-oh-oh
I'm go-o-o-ne
Tell that bitch, get up with me
Yeah

[Chorus]
I dip my blunt in the codeine, oh no
I can't move unless I'm high
I sip codeine every night
It help me feel like I'm alright
Don't you pull up unless you bring your friend
Don't know if I fucked her, I fuck her again
You better shut up 'fore I pull up again
I wear designer, this no Citi Trends

[Verse [?] and Dro Kenji]
They be like [?]
Hop in the coupe when I'm spinnin' the bend
Fuck the fakе love, I don't want no new friends
Pouring up Wock, now I'm sipping on Gin
I swеar to god, my life full of the sin
I'm hearin' you, not hearin' your kin
She said, "I'm fake", baby, who you again?
Yeah you sexy, bitch, but who is your friend?
Yeah, I love money, this money my friend
When I spend it, know it come back again
I get money I think that's why they mad
Nah for real, you need to get in your bag
All these bitches, left me hurt, n***a mad
Fuck these bitches, I ain't going outside
Super slimy, with the drink in my lap
Circles around you, I been doing laps
Relapse off them Percy, Percies
My new bitch so flirty, flirty
Pulling on my golden choker
I know she the biggest birdie
Ooo, bitch you not feeling me too?
Way too many thots, I'm not stressing you
Bitches staring, with my Porsche it go vroom
Guarantee that I'm way higher than you
I'm smoking on gas watch me roll up this [?]
I'm fucking your bitch, I'm not seeing her later
Dripped in Givenchy, I know that you mad
You need to go 'head and run you a sack
Ya'll n***as be broke, ya'll going out sad
Ya'll really need to go chase you a bag
Yeah, ya'll really need to go chase you a bag
[Chorus]
I dip my blunt in the codeine, oh no
I can't move unless I'm high
I sip codeine every night
It help me feel like I'm alright
Don't you pull up unless you bring your friend
Don't know if I fucked her, I fuck her again
You better shut up 'fore I pull up again
I wear designer, this no Citi Trends