[Intro: Codeine Chirss & TTO K.T]
Its Codeine Chriss, the real one, not the fake one
On sauce, Fi-fi-bi!
[Chorus: TTO K.T]
I don't be hitting the ceiling, with baggage (Pew!)
I might just cop me some drip when I land (Ya Dig!)
I got a Glock with a dick, for a faggot (Ya Dig!)
You know i'm kicking this shit, what you sayin' (Sayin')
You know i'm taking a flight to Japan (-pan)
You know I hop in that bitch with xan (Woo!)
I hit Codeine Chriss for the pints (Yuh!)
You and me choose all the things we know nice
I roll the blunt like an arrow
And making my shoot when I hop on the mic (mic!)
They tryna to [?] (a [?])
Then she take an X, like she riding the bike
She didn't want to give me her number (Number)
Now she givin' neck to chill (Chill)
Shorty gonna eat the cocoon (Lil Bitch!)
And no I ain't paying the bills (Bills)
[Verse 1: Codeine Chriss & TTO K.T]
5x5, Royce, we ain't doin' no bones
I'm a nigga, 1 of 1, we dont do clones
Real trap nigga, we only use 1 phone
Moonwalkin' past like Ching, Ching, Chong
Sweeter than sweet tea, nigga on sauce
First one thought, gave five to em' all
[?], take my bitch, send it off
And i'm with [?], was no golf
Big drank take lil' drank
Smoking white rust, insane
Gucci flip flops to the bank
Fill up gas all on my lungs
Cause I wanna start rockin like J
20 pack, OT pays
41, thats big face
Forty thousand, thats big case
High Tec niggas with the walker, I done take more than 40 to the face (Fi-fi-bi!)
Its Codeine Chriss, the real one, not the fake one
On sauce, Fi-fi-bi!
[Chorus: TTO K.T]
I don't be hitting the ceiling, with baggage (Pew!)
I might just cop me some drip when I land (Ya Dig!)
I got a Glock with a dick, for a faggot (Ya Dig!)
You know i'm kicking this shit, what you sayin' (Sayin')
You know i'm taking a flight to Japan (-pan)
You know I hop in that bitch with xan (Woo!)
I hit Codeine Chriss for the pints (Yuh!)
You and me choose all the things we know nice
I roll the blunt like an arrow
And making my shoot when I hop on the mic (mic!)
They tryna to [?] (a [?])
Then she take an X, like she riding the bike
She didn't want to give me her number (Number)
Now she givin' neck to chill (Chill)
Shorty gonna eat the cocoon (Lil Bitch!)
And no I ain't paying the bills (Bills)
[Verse 1: Codeine Chriss & TTO K.T]
5x5, Royce, we ain't doin' no bones
I'm a nigga, 1 of 1, we dont do clones
Real trap nigga, we only use 1 phone
Moonwalkin' past like Ching, Ching, Chong
Sweeter than sweet tea, nigga on sauce
First one thought, gave five to em' all
[?], take my bitch, send it off
And i'm with [?], was no golf
Big drank take lil' drank
Smoking white rust, insane
Gucci flip flops to the bank
Fill up gas all on my lungs
Cause I wanna start rockin like J
20 pack, OT pays
41, thats big face
Forty thousand, thats big case
High Tec niggas with the walker, I done take more than 40 to the face (Fi-fi-bi!)
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