Duwap Kaine - Pouring Codeine (Extended) lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Pouring Codeine Extended lyrics]
All you niggas act like hoes
'cause you know I got yo' hoe
I be counting up my rolls
Give a damn about a hoe
See the cops I gotta go
'bout to take a backroad
I be at the Citgo, everything for the low
Taxin' niggas out they money
I feel like I'm Uncle Sam
I don't flex for you niggas
I be flexin' for the Gram
Took his bitch then I fucked her
Bet I fucked her right on cam
Finesse niggas out they money
That's exactly who I am
You say you a trap nigga
You can't even whip a brick
You say you a real nigga
Explain how I took yo' shit
Why your bitch on my dick
That's supposed to be yo' bitch
She just want a trap nigga and
She like me 'cause I'm rich
I can never be a hoe and
I put that on my soul
All my niggas on the road
Take my chain I gotta blow
I be countin' bankrolls
Sellin' bricks by the sto'
I be at your corner sto'
Catch me by the Citgo
Shawty bad, she so fine
She gon' hop in the ride
Fuck the police they some hoes
I can't even be outside
Bitch my diamonds, they be dancin'
Boy I'm clean just like some tide
If finessin' was a crime
Would of had to do some time
Three grams in the wood
I can smoke it by myself
Speedin' in a fuckin' Bimmer
Boy your ass gon' get left
I got thirty-three rounds
So I do not need no help
Sprayed the pistol at his face
Then I ask him how it felt
Bitch, I'm tryna get designer
Tryna rock a big belt
Ben and Jackson are my friends
I don't trust nobody else
I be coolin' in the crib
I been rollin up that dope
All my niggas want you dead
So they send shots with the scope
I send shots with the scope
You already know I sell dope by the Citgo
That's just how it go
And you know Duwap Kaine want some mo'
I swear to God I sell them
Packs just for the low
Ayy, niggas actin' like some funny cocks
See the police, do the bunny hop
Got a lot of shots in my Glock
Stashed a hundred rounds, that won't stop
I'll never be in that field with you
I'ma have to keep it real with you
You's a pussy nigga sneak dissin'
So you better keep that steel with you
Al-All you niggas act like hoes
'cause you know I got yo' hoe
I be totin' on the Glock, yeah
My Glock it hold 'bout fo'
And I ain't worried 'bout a opp
'cause my niggas down to blow
I be rollin' off them pills
Mix the molly with' the fo'
All my niggas on the block catchin' bodies
I promise you I would never wife a thottie
And I be ballin'
I be ballin' like I'm Scottie
I fucked yo' hoe and I'm
Not finna say sorry
Po' up that fo', gotta pour up that fo'
Po' up that fo', I gotta pour up that fo'
I'm done I want some more
I gotta pour up that fo'
Po' up that fo', po' up that fo'
Po' up that fo', then I go take your hoe
Pour up that fo', that fo'
'cause you know I got yo' hoe
I be counting up my rolls
Give a damn about a hoe
See the cops I gotta go
'bout to take a backroad
I be at the Citgo, everything for the low
Taxin' niggas out they money
I feel like I'm Uncle Sam
I don't flex for you niggas
I be flexin' for the Gram
Took his bitch then I fucked her
Bet I fucked her right on cam
Finesse niggas out they money
That's exactly who I am
You say you a trap nigga
You can't even whip a brick
You say you a real nigga
Explain how I took yo' shit
Why your bitch on my dick
That's supposed to be yo' bitch
She just want a trap nigga and
She like me 'cause I'm rich
I can never be a hoe and
I put that on my soul
All my niggas on the road
Take my chain I gotta blow
I be countin' bankrolls
Sellin' bricks by the sto'
I be at your corner sto'
Catch me by the Citgo
Shawty bad, she so fine
She gon' hop in the ride
Fuck the police they some hoes
I can't even be outside
Bitch my diamonds, they be dancin'
Boy I'm clean just like some tide
If finessin' was a crime
Would of had to do some time
Three grams in the wood
I can smoke it by myself
Speedin' in a fuckin' Bimmer
Boy your ass gon' get left
I got thirty-three rounds
So I do not need no help
Sprayed the pistol at his face
Then I ask him how it felt
Bitch, I'm tryna get designer
Tryna rock a big belt
Ben and Jackson are my friends
I don't trust nobody else
I be coolin' in the crib
I been rollin up that dope
All my niggas want you dead
So they send shots with the scope
I send shots with the scope
You already know I sell dope by the Citgo
That's just how it go
And you know Duwap Kaine want some mo'
I swear to God I sell them
Packs just for the low
Ayy, niggas actin' like some funny cocks
See the police, do the bunny hop
Got a lot of shots in my Glock
Stashed a hundred rounds, that won't stop
I'll never be in that field with you
I'ma have to keep it real with you
You's a pussy nigga sneak dissin'
So you better keep that steel with you
Al-All you niggas act like hoes
'cause you know I got yo' hoe
I be totin' on the Glock, yeah
My Glock it hold 'bout fo'
And I ain't worried 'bout a opp
'cause my niggas down to blow
I be rollin' off them pills
Mix the molly with' the fo'
All my niggas on the block catchin' bodies
I promise you I would never wife a thottie
And I be ballin'
I be ballin' like I'm Scottie
I fucked yo' hoe and I'm
Not finna say sorry
Po' up that fo', gotta pour up that fo'
Po' up that fo', I gotta pour up that fo'
I'm done I want some more
I gotta pour up that fo'
Po' up that fo', po' up that fo'
Po' up that fo', then I go take your hoe
Pour up that fo', that fo'