| Codeine, which you all know is syrup
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| I started drinkin' it because I’m from the south, New Orleans
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| And, umm, we grew up on UGK and on, umm, Geto Boys and all
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| And-and people been drinkin' syrup for years
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| Still riding with my devils, ain’t shit changed
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| Gun to my temple, sharpen up the blade
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| Feel the motherfuckin' phonk like it’s '93
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| Grim Reaper in a Jeep when I hit the streets
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| Motherfuckers better hide, better duck quick (What? What?)
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| It’s the Sandman, better run, shit
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| Switch back to my old ways, old days
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| Pill bottles in the cabinet, can’t feel my face, ayy
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| (Can't feel my face)
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| Baby, fuck what they say
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| Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
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| Baby, fuck what they say
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| Full of drugs, can’t feel my face
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| Dope in a bag (Bag), brown-yellow rock (Rock)
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| They don’t know slick (Slick), they don’t know the block (Block)
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| Tell me what you want? |
| (Want), Tech or the Wock'? |
| (Wock')
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| Say the world is yours, got your world in my sock (My sock)
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| Hoes tryna fuck (Fuck), hoes tryna lock (Lock)
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| Eat that bitch’s box, suck my dick, give me top (Top)
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| I cannot forget medicating with Gelatto (Gelatto)
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| Car sports model and my gun be semi-auto
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| Lately, I trip a lot (Lot), lately, I sip a lot (Lot)
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| Scripts from my doc (Doc), finesse him like a cop, ayy |