Out Of It

Got codeine my cup
I got codeine my veins
Lately been killing the game
But these boys be dissing my name
Don't give a fuck what these pussy gon say
Swear I'm gon' make it next year
Swear I'm gon' make it next year
You know we working all year
You know we working all year
Why do I keep catching feelings?
Why do I always keep killing?
Fucking my bitch,Not her feelings
Visions of me and my brothers on big screens
I'm missing the times when we nothing but fucking teens
Purp on my jeans,I'm so out of it,out of it
I'm so out of it,out of it..
I spilled purp on my jeans I'm so out of it,out of it
Why did you do me like that?
Chase will never come back
I am so out of it,out of it
Codeine my jeans I'm not proud of it,proud of it
Fucking my shawty,We out of it,out of it
We out of it,out of it
You know I'm gon make it next year
You know we been working all year
You know Chase Teller next up
You know my squad we next up
This shit is a race and these fuckers gon crash
Making my money and stackin my cash
My cash,my cash
Codeine my cup
Got codeine my veins
Lately been killing the game
You know what these pussy gon say
Ay
Yeah yeah yeah
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