blacc zacc – codeine habits lyrics
[chorus: blacc zacc]
i got 30 shots on the glock, lil’ n+gga
i got 30 shots for a opp, lil’ n+gga
i been posted in the trap till my pockets got bigger
i’m in the spot counting gwop with a dirty ass pistol
ran that check up, now these n+ggas’ feelings hurt
finger f+ck the drac, that’s how you make a chopper squirt
had to clean the money, i got mines from the dirt
i be sippin’ on syrup, like that sh+t was b+tterworth
i got codeine habbits
my hood b+tch the baddest
real thick b+tch, she eat her cornbread and carrots
she like n+ggas that be trappin’
we don’t do no cappin’
trap jumpin’ like gymnastics
and that chopper shooting [?]
[verse 1: 42 dugg]
i grew up f+cking with blocks, reason i got all these watches
[?] me down from [?], i know half you hoes impostors
b+tch [?] doctor, ho quit acting like it’s real
i might f+ck her, i might not
that all depend on how i feel
but n+ggas steal
all this sh+t came from [?]
for the right price i might [?]
still clutching on that [?]
b+tch f+cking on my cousin
she like that ain’t your brother
that might become her husband
can’t go out like no sucker
f+ck her
[chorus: blacc zacc]
i got 30 shots on the glock, lil’ n+gga (lil’ n+gga)
i got 30 shots for a opp, lil’ n+gga (lil’ n+gga)
i been posted in the trap till my pockets got bigger
i’m in the spot counting gwop with a dirty ass pistol
ran that check up, now these n+ggas’ feelings hurt
finger f+ck the drac, that’s how you make a chopper squirt
had to clean the money, i got mines from the dirt
i be sippin’ on syrup, like that sh+t was b+tterworth
i got codeine habbits
my hood b+tch the baddest
real thick b+tch, she eat her cornbread and carrots
she like n+ggas that be trappin’
we don’t do no cappin’
trap jumpin’ like gymnastics
and that chopper shooting [?]
[verse 2: blacc zacc]
i just got the drop from a thot, lil’ n+gga
she say you got that gwop, but you soft like a pillow
i’ma call up me a meeting, chop it up with my n+ggas
[?] b+tch right there [?] but she hang with some hittas
i like all my b+tches slimy
[?]
work him till he blinded
then help him go and find it
put my n+ggas on a mission
[?] closet and the kitchen
[?] dishes
now that’s a clean chicken
[chorus: blacc zacc]
i got 30 shots on the glock, lil’ n+gga
i got 30 shots for a opp, lil’ n+gga
i been posted in the trap till my pockets got bigger
i’m in the spot counting gwop with a dirty ass pistol
ran that check up, now these n+ggas’ feelings hurt
finger f+ck the drac, that’s how you make a chopper squirt
had to clean the money, i got mines from the dirt
i be sippin’ on syrup, like that sh+t was b+tterworth
i got codeine habbits
my hood b+tch the baddest
real thick b+tch, she eat her cornbread and carrots
she like n+ggas that be trappin’
we don’t do no cappin’
trap jumpin’ like gymnastics
and that chopper shooting [?]
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