[Intro]
Vicasso on another one
Tahj Money
[Verse 1]
Pure codeine, in a double cup
My whole team really leveled up
Stackin' up these racks, money double up
Trash bags full of gas, got it out the mud
Pure codeine, bitch, that's a cherry
Come and talk to me, take a seat on the chair
Big difference is, they can’t even compare
I’m the man of my town, I should run for the mayor
[Chorus]
Hey, hey
Two foreign vibes tryna fuck on me inside the studio
At the same damn time, I’m on two flights, I’m flyin' cross the globe
I'd be lyin' if I say you ain’t cross my mind before
Blame it on the Xanax for them times that I forgot I was broke
Hey, hey, hey, I stood on the block with a Glock with the muh'fuckin' savage
I served all these rocks just to stack up the guap, I ain’t have shit
You can see 'em from far you can ask 'em all about 'em Mavericks
I might pull up, drop top, double lot, that's a Ghost, wit' a bad bitch
[Verse 2]
I came in the game with the gang on my shoulders, how the fuck I make it this far?
Wanna post on the block that I claim, where the soldier niggas gotta go and kill an opp (Eh)
I pour a line of that lean in a soda kit, kept cooling on ours (Eh)
Trash bags icky vicky the odor, I’m smoking Biscotti that came out the jar
Vicasso on another one
Tahj Money
[Verse 1]
Pure codeine, in a double cup
My whole team really leveled up
Stackin' up these racks, money double up
Trash bags full of gas, got it out the mud
Pure codeine, bitch, that's a cherry
Come and talk to me, take a seat on the chair
Big difference is, they can’t even compare
I’m the man of my town, I should run for the mayor
[Chorus]
Hey, hey
Two foreign vibes tryna fuck on me inside the studio
At the same damn time, I’m on two flights, I’m flyin' cross the globe
I'd be lyin' if I say you ain’t cross my mind before
Blame it on the Xanax for them times that I forgot I was broke
Hey, hey, hey, I stood on the block with a Glock with the muh'fuckin' savage
I served all these rocks just to stack up the guap, I ain’t have shit
You can see 'em from far you can ask 'em all about 'em Mavericks
I might pull up, drop top, double lot, that's a Ghost, wit' a bad bitch
[Verse 2]
I came in the game with the gang on my shoulders, how the fuck I make it this far?
Wanna post on the block that I claim, where the soldier niggas gotta go and kill an opp (Eh)
I pour a line of that lean in a soda kit, kept cooling on ours (Eh)
Trash bags icky vicky the odor, I’m smoking Biscotti that came out the jar
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