Dope Fiend

[Intro] I got it now I got it now I got it now I got it Bless Bless Blessin' [Chorus] Hold on I'm trippin' off codeine now I'm trippin' off codeine I'm gettin' too stressed out Turn into a dope fiend Turn into a dope fiend, no, no I've been up, gettin' it, a few days I've been up, gettin' it, a few days I hustle, get it a few ways [Verse 1] Crack in the alleyway I cook that rock up and throw it like J Bought a new safe 'cause I ran outta space Put the rocks in the face of an Audemar Got a Glock on the seat and two thousand on my feet Tom Fords get my shade on Valentino got my head gone Mamacita gettin' my hеad blown Feed me amphetamine Feed mе that cheddar cheese Squeeze you like cocoa leaves I love you for loving me Do what I wanna do, Cash App You see the horse on the dash, yeah My stable is packed with some bad bitches Promethazine deep in my visual I'm goin' out my misery I sip 'til I pass out Wake up, and sip, and I spaz out I'm workin', I'm stretched out and passed out Stuck in the Rolls with the two by my gut I'm never gon' lose, got ten million in cuts I put up numbers like PG I ran a team like Abile I ran a team like a relay I just came from off the PJ [Chorus] Hold on I'm trippin' off codeine now I'm trippin' off codeine I'm gettin' too stressed out Turn into a dope fiend Turn into a dope fiend, no, no I've been up, gettin' it, a few days I've been up, gettin' it, a few days I hustle, get it a few ways [Verse 2] I work that pot and the soda Since five I'm stressed 'bout a motor I fired up a joint on my eighty baby Let's piece a nigga blunt already Made it out, a nigga rich mane Turn a nigga to a pimp mane Add a three call it nil to sixteen Workin' with the whole brick mane Sip out the cup now Styrofoam, styrofoam, I'm so polluted We ain't takin' nothin' for granted We cherishin' all these moments Seen the Pyrex do hella good numbers Seen the project do hella good numbers Seen the syrup do hella good numbers Now them mollies and percs be jumpin' Throw the zip like ooh we jumpin' Throw that right in the pot, and we jumpin' like Jordan Twenty-three grams in the pot like Jordan We came from the bottom, we started We came from the gutter, we started I get high, I get geeked up regardless I'm just thinkin' about days I was starvin' [Chorus] Hold on I'm trippin' off codeine now I'm trippin' off codeine I'm gettin' too stressed out Turn into a dope fiend Turn into a dope fiend, no, no I've been up, gettin' it, a few days I've been up, gettin' it, a few days I hustle, get it a few ways [Outro] (Hold on) (I'm trippin' off codeine now) (I'm trippin' off codeine) (I'm gettin' too stressed out) (Turn into a dope fiend) (Turn into a dope fiend, no, no) (I've been up, gettin' it, a few days) (I've been up, gettin' it, a few days) (I hustle, get it a few ways)