Lemonade (Outro) ft. GoldenkShawty Lyrics

Codeine in my cup, it's mixed with lemonade

Back then niggas used to shit on me but now I'm really paid

Stop that pocket watchin', don't be asking' what a nigga made

I ain't on the block or in the booth, I'm probably gettin' laid

Nigga ain't no runnin' from that chopper, ain't no gettin' saved

Gettin' out yo top, you think you tough, we'll put you in a grave

8 of wock, I take that, put that in a minute made

Niggas broke as fuck and tryna beef, they ass be in the way

I like gettin' to that money, I'm a money fiend

Bro nem', tryna jump out, catch a body like a trampoline

Niggas know we shake shit down just like a tambourine

Shorty know she holdin' her ass round just like a tangerine

Told her I need all that, we hit that block up in all black

We tryna' spend through they block it's a dead zone

Stuck in the trap with the pack till the meds gone

Compact Glock with a dick get yo head blown

Fuck nigga' tweak with the gang, now his head gone

All the ops dead, I'll piss on they headstone

Slim thick bitch she light skin , she a redbone

Fucked her then cut that bitch off, did her dead wrong

.556 takin' off limbs, leave a leg gone

We bond to score, if we get in the red zone

I up the stick, I'ma shoot to the lead gone

I get that bag then I head home

We you speakin' to me, watch yo damn tone

We ain't handlin' beef over cell phone

Brody locked, he just called from the jail phone

Niggas fakin' the funk, like they live that

Niggas cappin' on work like they did that

That fuck nigga move wrong, he get shit splatt

How I'm poppin' my shit, need a tic-tac

We break the pack down, like a kit-kat

Boy, you know that .45, it got kick back

And no I ain't got time for no chit-chat

Let a nigga play hard, he get shit bag

My niggas with it, they walk down

Talk out his neck, he got chalked down

Call up my slime, Savage stay with a Glock round

Glock thats my potna, get a fuck nigga hawked down

Trace that boy steps, get the drop, get him chalked down

Talk out his neck, they gon' beat his whole block down

Vampire militia, I stay with the Glock out

They love the vamp, at a show, gotta' rock out

Damn, try to slide, he gon' die cause he asked for it

Chop out a whip with his face on the dashboard

Take off that ski before you die, you ain't jack, boy

Fiends in a trap, you gon' crash, he a crack, boy

Step on that, bitch, he gon' turn to a flat, boy

Try to cop, and get shot like a black boy

Slide with that Smith, so I feel like a bad boy

He cuffed the thot, now he look like a sad boy

Got a rad bitch, that ho say I'm a sad boy

Set his ass up, get him flipped like a mascot

Damn, this ho thick' then the fuck, got some ass shots

12 in the rear, they got burned on the track hawk

Get that little bitch crashed off like a matchbox

Masked down, dressin' all black with some black socks

Now I want all the smoke with my dirty bird

Face on a T, put his ass on a dirty shirt

Glizzy name curry, let's see if the 30 work

I call up savage, he do all the dirty work

Bitch, tried to shoot he seen blood, now his tummy hurt

Fuck nigga dissin', he broke and his money hurt

Never call my phone, less it's really urgent

In traffic pourin' 4s, got a nigga swerving

They used shit on me now they really hurting

They claim they in a trap, but we really serving

Codeine in my cup, it's mixed with lemonade

Back then, niggas used to shit on me, but now I'm really paid

Stop that pocket watchin', don't be askin' what a nigga made

I ain't on the block, or in the booth, I'm probably gettin' laid

Nigga ain't no runnin' from that chopper, ain't no gettin' saved

Gettin' outcho top, you think you tough, we'll put you in a grave

8 of wock, I take that, put that in a minute made

Niggas broke as fuck and tryna beef, they ass be in the way