Yeah, I got codeine swimming inside me
Twenty milligram pill shaped like a diamond, yeah
And she told me that I'm lying 'cause
She can tell by the way a nigga smiling, yeah
Had a famous ho in this sports car, dunno if she from
Geordie Shore or Love Island (No clue)
She told me that "You gotta slow down babe
You don't wanna get caught drunk driving", yeah
I heard they're loadin' up waps and
They wanna get rid of me (Yeah, they wanna get rid of me)
I saw a burner and coke 'fore I lost my virginity ('Fore I lost my virginity)
Mummy keep tellin' me "Them pills you're taking, they're killing me"
I still check the sofa for needles, the bando is still in me (Mm, mm)
Hammer time, we a pull up on a bike
Two days ago, count a hundred thou and I can put it on my line
Knock-knock on the door, you can get what you want
No cellular site, we sellin' on sight
I saw his girl at my show, she was snapping and she had the time of her life
I call them stretch marks designer and I do appreciate some cellulite
Lambo truck, hella packs when I'm there
Crush up a pill full of black when I'm scared
Rolex or the brand new dial, that's rare
The doctor doing tests on my body, I'm scared
I'm mixing the Xans with the red
Fainted on stage, was you there?
Call up my doctor, he scared
Mumma, she worried to death
Free file for the hospital bed 'cause my body's been fightin' for rest
They're seeing the lean in my lungs and they're flushing my body with meds
Hammer time, we a pull up on a bike
Two days ago, count a hundred thou and I can put it on my line
Knock-knock on the door, you can get what you want
No cellular site, we sellin' on sight
I saw his girl at my show, she was snapping and she had the time of her life
I call them stretch marks designer and I do appreciate some cellulite
Two hundred thousand on diamonds
I know you wish I was lying, yeah
Mental asylum, rehab, no guidance, yeah
I ain't never going broke, I ain't buying no bag, bought the youngin a wap
He keep on pouring champagne on his Rolex, babe, I spent that on my tag
I cannot deny that a nigga need drugs, heart broke gang, nigga really, really need love
I cannot deny that a nigga still a thug, I was eighteen with a thirtyeight snub
I gave my neighbour a light, a neighbour a dark, said "Don't tell my mum"
On the coach, three hours to cunch, my mother found out when they raided my drum
Hammer time, we a pull up on a bike
Two days ago, count a hundred thou and I can put it on my line
Knock-knock on the door, you can get what you want
No cellular site, we sellin' on sight
I saw his girl at my show, she was snapping and she had the time of her life
I call them stretch marks designer and I do appreciate some cellulite
