Bodeine Brazy - Retch

José Hendrix

Huh

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 fuckin' 11's

But fuck it, tonight I’ma lower my standards

Fuck 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

Huh, I get you right to the earth with a button

I just give the gesture, won’t be no discussion

Then fuck 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

Fuck around, go and pristine my Patek

I’m tryna fuck Angie Vish on the jet

Know that lil' pussy get drippity wet

Then I’ma go Eliantte my neck

Fuck around, go and pristine my Patek

I’m tryna fuck Angie Vish on the jet

Know that lil' pussy 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

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 fuckin' 11's

But fuck it, tonight I’ma lower my standards

Fuck 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