LUCKI - MY WAY / CODEINE COWBOY lyrics

Ayy, ayy, I'm on super-duper, uh ayy, ayy
I'm on super-duper space time
Ho can't get a call back ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm on super-duper space time
Ho can't get a call back
Why you fakin' like you
Through with me? Wouldn't
Leave if there was two of me
Fast cars and pretty girls
'cause what else I'ma do with it?
Still gettin' high in a drought, but
I ask the drink man, now I ain't losin' it
Everything my way
Everything my way and she cool with it

Rap about it but do this shit
Rap about it and boot the bitch
James Bond, AMG
Twenty racks gon' get like two of them
She not my bitch, don't like it
She cool with it thirty dollars for a Crush
I'ma put way more of the deuce in it
Mе and her been goin' good
But the bitch so pretty, might ruin it
Makе her say
"I can't be over there" like I wanna
Be there if it's you and them
I want less than five percent 'cause I
Think they could still see jewelry
Nigga don't like I talk too
Much, I know what's up, he cool with me
I fuck her, she wanna be AJ
Give her high hat, young and a payday
Can't teach you because I know
He scary, so he gon' go
Got rich and turned to Gotti
They'll both hit for me in the lobby
Is he on three drugs like probably
He a hipster, but he won't you know, ha
Ayy

Ayy, I'm on super-duper space time
Ho can't get a call back
I'm on super-duper space time
Ho can't get a call back
Why you fakin' like you
Through with me? Wouldn't
Leave if there was two of me
Fast cars and pretty girls
'cause what else I'ma do with it?
Still gettin' high in a drought, but
I ask the drink man, now I ain't losin' it
Everything my way
Everything my way and she cool with it

Man, I'm on super-duper space time
Ho can't get a call back
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, I'm on ho can't get a call back
Neptune

(GOONTEX) Ayy, ayy (BrentRambo) , ayy
I'm coolin' where i'm loved, drinkin'
(I'm not no lame though
Shoutout to Samsson) ayy, ayy
Codeine what I love drinkin'
Codeine with my thugs we ain't what we was
But it's still different 'cause we blood

Realest junkie you know
Pretty and she lie good
New York ho a dub, get in Houston
Hold her son ayy, look, ayy
You doin' you, I think it's cool though
Ayy
You doin' you, I think it's cool though
'specially if you look better
Everybody watchin', watchin' every comment
Turn into a giant but at home
You keep it quiet rockstar drugs, I'm on
I'm on rockstar drugs, pop star bitches
GI joe guns, gotta shoot for every business
Dreamer and a lover
I play God when I get bored
In the city and I miss you
I might bring you on a tour
Rockstar drugs, 'Raq nigga mental
American muscle cars
Loud and fast like the bitches ayy, ayy
I can't cry over the bitch because my ayy
I can't cry over the bitch
Because my brother gone
Know it's brazy in that mix
Just gotta make it home
I could see how much I
Miss you through the styrofoam
I'm on, I'm on (GOONTEX) ayy

Ayy, I'm coolin' where I'm
Ayy, ayy, I'm coolin' where I'm loved
Drinkin' codeine with my thug
We ain't was
But it's still different 'cause we