Run up on these motherf*ckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Run up on these motherf*ckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Lollipop
Double dropped
Now i feel ecstatic
Eyesight hazy
& I'm feeling kinda wavy
Prism in the matrix
Feeling like i made this
Blunto to the face
Now i'm f*cking faceless
Melting from the sun kiss
Lost my train of thought bitch
Gone from the bong
& The time bomb
Two more rips
Then we fly home
You can't take me outta my zone
My zone
Coming to your fences
Shooting reckless out my benzes
Forgot to mention
That my buddy reckless went &
Did me dirty
So the gurney he was stretching
With the fookboi he was messing
Now he's gone to rest &
No stressing
No stressing
In this codeine forest
Theirs no stressing
Cause we flexing on our ex's
Shooting reckless out our benzes
Leave a porch looking messy
& We sipping henny
Smoking joints by the many
Run up on these motherf*ckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Run up on these motherf*ckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Snatch his neckless
Leave em' neckless
Vestless
Talking reckless
No protection
Off em'
In his section
I might off a nigga
Aye
In his section
Aye
Off a nigga
Auction his limbs on offer up
Bitch the jig is up
Get your jaw millyrocked
Your guts tummy tucked
You're tuckered out
Watch the gas spill
Leave the puncture out
You a sucker now
Your girl pussy lips pucker out
Lil' nigga what the fuss about
Bitch nigga need to cut it out
Aye
Bitch i'm bulletproof
Camping out on your momma roof
In the steady shoot
She got a throat i got a noose
She got a throat i got a noose
Fookboiwun - Codeine Forest (feat. Vossay the Wav) Lyrics
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Run up on these motherf*ckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Run up on these motherf*ckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Lollipop
Double dropped
Now i feel ecstatic
Eyesight hazy
& I'm feeling kinda wavy
Prism in the matrix
Feeling like i made this
Blunto to the face
Now i'm f*cking faceless
Melting from the sun kiss
Lost my train of thought bitch
Gone from the bong
& The time bomb
Two more rips
Then we fly home
You can't take me outta my zone
My zone
Coming to your fences
Shooting reckless out my benzes
Forgot to mention
That my buddy reckless went &
Did me dirty
So the gurney he was stretching
With the fookboi he was messing
Now he's gone to rest &
No stressing
No stressing
In this codeine forest
Theirs no stressing
Cause we flexing on our ex's
Shooting reckless out our benzes
Leave a porch looking messy
& We sipping henny
Smoking joints by the many
Run up on these motherf*ckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Run up on these motherf*ckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Snatch his neckless
Leave em' neckless
Vestless
Talking reckless
No protection
Off em'
In his section
I might off a nigga
Aye
In his section
Aye
Off a nigga
Auction his limbs on offer up
Bitch the jig is up
Get your jaw millyrocked
Your guts tummy tucked
You're tuckered out
Watch the gas spill
Leave the puncture out
You a sucker now
Your girl pussy lips pucker out
Lil' nigga what the fuss about
Bitch nigga need to cut it out
Aye
Bitch i'm bulletproof
Camping out on your momma roof
In the steady shoot
She got a throat i got a noose
She got a throat i got a noose
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Run up on these motherf*ckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Lollipop
Double dropped
Now i feel ecstatic
Eyesight hazy
& I'm feeling kinda wavy
Prism in the matrix
Feeling like i made this
Blunto to the face
Now i'm f*cking faceless
Melting from the sun kiss
Lost my train of thought bitch
Gone from the bong
& The time bomb
Two more rips
Then we fly home
You can't take me outta my zone
My zone
Coming to your fences
Shooting reckless out my benzes
Forgot to mention
That my buddy reckless went &
Did me dirty
So the gurney he was stretching
With the fookboi he was messing
Now he's gone to rest &
No stressing
No stressing
In this codeine forest
Theirs no stressing
Cause we flexing on our ex's
Shooting reckless out our benzes
Leave a porch looking messy
& We sipping henny
Smoking joints by the many
Run up on these motherf*ckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Run up on these motherf*ckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck snapping
My hands cramping up
From the damn trigger tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Snatch his neckless
Leave em' neckless
Vestless
Talking reckless
No protection
Off em'
In his section
I might off a nigga
Aye
In his section
Aye
Off a nigga
Auction his limbs on offer up
Bitch the jig is up
Get your jaw millyrocked
Your guts tummy tucked
You're tuckered out
Watch the gas spill
Leave the puncture out
You a sucker now
Your girl pussy lips pucker out
Lil' nigga what the fuss about
Bitch nigga need to cut it out
Aye
Bitch i'm bulletproof
Camping out on your momma roof
In the steady shoot
She got a throat i got a noose
She got a throat i got a noose
Writer: adrian romo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid