Retch Bodeine Brazy Lyrics

[Intro]
José Hendrix
Huh

[Chorus]
I been off codeine, I'm still takin' Xanax
The Perkies, they callin', I pick up, I answer
I bust in her mouth, I'm inhaling this cancer
Just poured up a six of some red in a Fanta
I might pop a mid and make love to a dancer
Bitch like an 8, I be f*ckin' 11's
But f*ck it, tonight I'ma lower my standards
f*ck on my bitch from the Chi in Atlanta, uh
Won't see me work, none my shooters on camera
Cut off some niggas and went ran my bands up
I was just servin' that food from the bando
Just bought a carbine with fifty extendo
Shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function
I might up the bitch and just shoot up for nothin'
You go, we gon' go, we gon' shoot out in public
Might do Balenci but won't do no Runner, huh

[Verse]
Huh, I get you right to the earth with a button
I just give the gesture, won't be no discussion
Then f*ck on a bitch I just met out in London
I just took a Perc' and it's pullin' me under
Swervin' the work through the rain and the thunder
Biscotti the smoke, like to sip in the 'Raris
Zip-lining with baddies butt naked in Bali
I get aroused when I look at her body
I pray to God don't get stuck with a thottie
But keep a few 'round case the police try to find me
Gotta keep me some options, this life shit get wocky, huh Save a few checks
Then I'ma go Eliantte my neck
f*ck around, go and pristine my Patek
I'm tryna f*ck Angie Vish on the jet
Know that lil' p*ssy get drippity wet
Then I'ma go Eliantte my neck
f*ck around, go and pristine my Patek
I'm tryna f*ck Angie Vish on the jet
Know that lil' p*ssy get drippy and wet
Made a few, Maison, McQueen how I step
Don't call my phone, said it's green, I sit back
I get you shot up, you bleed out the neck
Caught me a stain, now I'm sleepin' on Tech

[Chorus]
I been off codeine, I'm still takin' Xanax
The Perkies, they callin', I pick up, I answer
I bust in her mouth, I'm inhaling this cancer
Just poured up a six of some red in a Fanta
I might pop a mid and make love to a dancer
Bitch like an 8, I be f*ckin' 11's
But f*ck it, tonight I'ma lower my standards
f*ck on my bitch from the Chi in Atlanta, uh
Won't see me work, none my shooters on camera
Cut off some niggas and went ran my bands up
I was just servin' that food from the bando
Just bought a carbine with fifty extendo
Shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function
I might up the bitch and just shoot up for nothin'
You go, we gon' go, we gon' shoot out in public
Might do Balenci but won't do no Runner, huh