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 fuckin' 11's But fuck it, tonight I'ma lower my standards Fuck 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 fuck 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 Fuck around, go and pristine my Patek I'm tryna fuck Angie Vish on the jet Know that lil' pussy get drippity wet Then I'ma go Eliantte my neck Fuck around, go and pristine my Patek I'm tryna fuck 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 fuckin' 11's But fuck it, tonight I'ma lower my standards Fuck 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