[Intro]

Bhristo talk to 'em slime

[Chorus]

'Ela, 'ela, 'ela, 'ela

Go 'head, stick him up for that Margiela

Make him strip down for that fuckin' sweater

Them kids take your fuckin' life if you let 'em

I almost lost my fuckin' brain, I was on a codeine rush

I was just gettin' my dick licked sippin' on some codeine punch

I'm a drank head, baby, I'm a sipper

Heard you sippin' fake shit, no kizzer

[Verse 1]

Come on

And I'm the realest of the real

Scored up on that pint, hang off the rim like I'm Shaquille

Pussy play wit' me, you touch that drank, you gettin' killed

Letter to my sons, you play wit' me, you gettin' spilled

Shoutout the fake, shoutout the real

I'm six-figure lit and made it all wit' no deal

How you do that?, how you did that?, huh

Fuckin' that bitch, hit her from the back, I won't give her back, boy, how ya feel?

Go

Go, go

Go

Go, go

[Verse 2]

How you feel, bro?, I'm feelin' amazing

We walk in this bitch, if you got them lil' diamonds on you then it's up, we gon' take 'em

Take the chain, presidential Rollie, Plain Jane

We gon' take his little head off for them racks, shooters at your brain

I got a bad bitch, yeah, the mean

I got racks hangin' out the jeans

We got the Alexander the McQueen

Gucci [?] for all of my heaters

I was in the back posted wit' my demons

Flew out the baddest bitch for no reason

[?] when she tastin' my semen

Codeine and prescription my weakness