No Cellular Site

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