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[Intro: Future] Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah Washin' off my diamonds in the sink (DMC, you global now, nigga) Hood Baby, ain’t shit sweet Bitch, I put you on the plate, my niggas gon' eat (Pluto) [Chorus: Future] Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (Uh) Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine) Take the drugs ’til I can't blink, yeah, yeah (Take the drugs) Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (Pop out) Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (Lights off) Can't take another loss from the streets, yeah, yeah (Ayy) Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah) Some of these bitches speak Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah) [Verse 1: Future] Came out the gutter, get throwed Fuck on your ho 'cause she throwed (Woah, woah) Sipping on lean, I'm getting throwed (Woah) Try my best to overdose (Woah, woah) Made three pills get ghost Speedin’ up my heart (Speed up) Two-doors and four-doors (Pluto) Fill up my garage (Woah, woah) Make these diamonds shine again ’cause I know times was hard, yeah (I know) I just lit the average one up, turned her to a star, yeah I took a trip to Mexico, my hustle took me far, yeah Pushin' up marshmallow coupe, now I feel like a god, yeah I went to space, had a coupe in the stars Man, I had to walk out and baguette it I told my young niggas go real hard They came back with a new presi’ How you came out these trenches? How gon' starve and then try to forget it? (Can't) Ran my M's up, I’m counting it up and I ain't sweat it yet [Chorus: Future] Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (Uh) Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine) Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah, yeah (Take the drugs) Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (Pop out) Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (Lights off) Can't take another loss from the streets, yeah, yeah (Ayy) Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah) Some of these bitches speak Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah) [Verse 2: Lil Gotit] Don't give a fuck 'bout your folks (Woo) Hood Baby do what he want (Hood Baby) I go hard for these ceilings FBG, YSL G.O.A.T.'s (Brr) No, I'm not generic, I got on baguettes and [?][2:03] machetes Fake my death, Makaveli, I'm livin' my life, my family won't tell it Suited and booted, we met up with all foreigns, no, you can't tell it I'm making two guns with two gun barrels like Belly Wouldn't wife you, not [?] She getting real mad, she actin' real jealous I want all the lettuce Interfere with that lettuce, my niggas gon' stamp it (Hood talk) All kind of talk I pulled up on curb [?] kept me a bar We let that bitch frrt We pull up with birds and snakes on these hoes Walk with them K's on our shoulders, Lil Haiti We headshottin' shit, we ain't grazing In the booth gettin' top from an Asian (Let's go) Wanna book a show, hit my agent Niggas ain't playin' [Chorus: Future] Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (Uh) Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine) Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah, yeah (Take the drugs) Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (Pop out) Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (Lights off) Can't take another loss from the streets, yeah, yeah (Ayy) Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah) Some of these bitches speak Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah) [Verse 3: Lil Keed] Cartier watches, Skydweller the Rollie, shit, I pay a load Don dada, the shottas, they ridin' with me, I'm touring right on the road The money I pay for my watch, it came from the trap, it came from the stove Yeah, you droppin' salt on me, I'm in LA with your ho Oh-oh, heard what y'all do on the real You livin' with your friends, oh-oh Yeah, they soak drip like sponge 'Cause my rockstar drip is up Balling like Pistons, nigga You still on your pivot, nigga On a dirtbike in the hood poppin' wheelies, nigga We slimy as it gets Nah, ain't no dummy, yeah, I went legit Finally got diamonds and finally got rich Double-R truck what we landin' in Done made some money and family Blamin' for the talk, get knocked off I'm tryna feel the breeze Talking 'bout your top dog, know I eat Pedigree Yeah, yeah, Slimeball [Outro: Future] Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah