MY WAY / CODEINE COWBOY

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, 20 racks gon' get like two of them Sponsor, she not my bitch, don't like it, she cool with it 30 dollars for a Crush, I'ma put way more of the deuce in it Me and her been goin' good, but the bitch so pretty, might ruin it Make 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, 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 Rock star drugs, I'm on I'm on rock star drugs, pop star bitches G.I. 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 Rock star 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-