Duwap Kaine - Pouring Codeine lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Pouring Codeine 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've 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
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've 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
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'