Lyrics

I don't spit no game to these bitches, and they know it
And everything I say is real I don't got to show it
My **** say he got the lean, well, **** pour it
I'm trapping on my iPhone and best believe it's stolen
And my **** talking pounds, but my **** I don't hold it
These streets ain't safe, that's why my **** ride loaded
These crooked ass cops want to catch a **** slippin'
But when a **** get killed the police be missin'
Crazy ass world but we all just livin'
That's why my blunt lit and I maintain my pimpin'
And I don't fuck with **** most of them be trippin'
And I don't love these hoes 'cause they just want attention
And I just fuck these hoes and give my love to these women
I ride with my family 'cause we all have a vision
But we gon' stay humble, but we gon' get there in a minute
My wardrobe finished **** I don't fuck with finished
You just got to face it my **** you lose
Don't catch an attitude 'cause I don't fuck with you
My plug shipped it in, so I gotta get it through
If you ain't got the cash then I can't fuck with you
My last bitch was crazy 'cause she popped up out the blue
And **** what's old 'cause ain't a damn thing new
Spit a game to a ho that's what I don't do
I tell her straight-up 'cause that's what real **** do
Bitch!
Codeine and Pizza
Chris motherfuckin' Travis
This that motherfuckin' pill shit part two, ****
Volume two, ****
Get your bitches
Get your good
Roll up
And vibe to this shit, my ****
Codeine and Pizza
Written by: Chris Travis
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