Codeine and Pretty Girls lyrics

[Intro]
(What’s happenin’, Chi Chi?)

[Verse]
I come from the bricks, you took a trip to Santa Maria
Shock won’t bring him back, hurt me, Ty passed like James Harden
You used to be my dawg but you went to court and started barking
Catch you with her out in public, sh*t don’t mean she off the market
Police spot exotic smells, you reeking off a bell
Can’t learn none’ from no rat, what he tryna teach you how to tell?
Teach you how to get a n*gga L, free n*ggas, 12
I know GWay keep it solid, he probably beat me to the cell

sh*t hurt your heart when a n*gga that you love turn to an informant
sh*t hurt your heart when a ho you call your girl go f*ck your homie
Can’t trust these n*ggas, watch the backdoor, make sure you alarm it
She acting petty just for money, she making fake abortion appointments
What these hoes be on?
I’m tryna see what bro be on
My n*gga locked up stealing money from his brother, he know he wrong
Thad died but that sh*t took me like three months to know he gone
[?] the third, I still can hear how his momma sound
sh*t hurt, you don’t know we the hardest n*ggas who coming from the city
How the f*ck you run the city when you n*ggas running from the city?
Had a thirty clip but I took it out, this drum ain’t none’ but fifty
In the bricks, we kill the villains, the sh*t we tote knock down a grizzly
[Bridge]
Tryna interrogate you, he want a lawyer, it’s plain and simple
Talk behind my back but in my face, you show your dimples
Cover my heart up with Chrome, ten thousand for some denim
If I put some purple jeans on, know I stuff blue hundreds in ‘em

Tryna coach me but you hating, you can’t be running on the field
‘Lotta n*ggas can’t stomach death, lil’ bro vomit on a drill
You can’t come in where I live, I ain’t saying you steal, it’s who I am
They’ll talk down on your name, get home and comment on your ‘Gram
So I ducked off with a baddie in Miami like I’m Bam
Couple n*ggas who I used to look up to, now smoking yams
One day, we catch them n*ggas at that store, you know what time it is
How the hell you lacking when it’s beef, you ain’t even tryna live
Lil’ bro got a dub, he got a dub, and he got a dub
Been in the game that long and you still free, you gotta sub’
You got n*ggas ‘round you starving, they gon’ rob you, he gotta grub
I know a kingpin love to party, he left the streets and got a club

I’m way out her league, she on my line, I had to block her number
I come from a city where n*ggas told and they still copping from ‘em
These lil’ hoes be trifling, don’t hit her raw, you’ll hit the doctor from it
Money on your head, he walk you down and hit the target
Riding bulletproof, I got a switch in the compartment
I come from the projects, I ain’t grow up in no apartments
He gon’ get the loads and get ‘em gone but he ain’t cripping
But he say he’ll probably still be selling bags while in his sixties
[Hook]
Codeine and pretty girls (4x)
Codeine, codeine
Codeine, pretty girls (3x)

[Outro]
Codeine, pretty girls
Codeine and pretty
Love pretty girls
(What’s happenin’, Chi Chi?)