I'm sippin' codeine, not the beer

These chandeliers drip off my ear

I got the juice, Mr. Pure

I walk in and then the bitch cheer

I make these hoes smile ear to ear

They like look at this nigga here

My ice had her stuck like a deer

These niggas ain't non but some queers

I bring out them racks, yeah you know

I count up until my thumb broke

I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe

That's something they already know

I bring out them racks, yeah you know

I count up until my thumb broke

I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe

That's something they already know, they already know