[Lyric] Codeine (Dom Corleo)

[Intro]
Bhristo talk to 'em slime

[Chorus]
'Ela, 'ela, 'ela, 'ela
Go 'head, stick him up for that Margiela
Make him strip down for that fuckin' sweater
Them kids take your fuckin' life if you let 'em
I almost lost my fuckin' brain, I was on a codeine rush
I was just gettin' my dick licked sippin' on some codeine punch
I'm a drank head, baby, I'm a sipper
Heard you sippin' fake shit, no kizzer

[Verse 1]
Come on
And I'm the realest of the real
Scored up on that pint, hang off the rim like I'm Shaquille
Pussy play wit' me, you touch that drank, you gettin' killed
Letter to my sons, you play wit' me, you gettin' spilled
Shoutout the fake, shoutout the real
I'm six-figure lit and made it all wit' no deal
How you do that?, how you did that?, huh
Fuckin' that bitch, hit her from the back, I won't give her back, boy, how ya feel?
Go
Go, go
Go
Go, go
[Verse 2]
How you feel, bro?, I'm feelin' amazing
We walk in this bitch, if you got them lil' diamonds on you then it's up, we gon' take 'em
Take the chain, presidential Rollie, Plain Jane
We gon' take his little head off for them racks, shooters at your brain
I got a bad bitch, yeah, the mean
I got racks hangin' out the jeans
We got the Alexander the McQueen
Gucci [?] for all of my heaters
I was in the back posted wit' my demons
Flew out the baddest bitch for no reason
[?] when she tastin' my semen
Codeine and prescription my weakness