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)