Toofake Paroles

I been sippin' on that Codeine, lean, it is the answer
Smokin' out the pound for real, I hope I don't get cancer
I just got my bitch a surgery, yes, I'm gon' enhance her
Okay, be for real
Too ahead, you couldn't match up
I should change my name to Mustard 'cause you couldn't catch up
I just threw my pound of runtz I rolled up in the Benz truck
Y'all ain't shooters, y'all be writin', nigga, put them pens up
Okay, be for real

I don't write, I hit the booth and let a nigga spit sauce
She a college student, but her head dumb
Everything is red, my opps is dead, I'm seein' redrum
Nigga, if I call my shooters then the feds come
Yo', they did a sweep last week
Hit the toilet then we flush it, then we puttin' down the seat, no
Shorty is a freak, I let her be her
I be in the trap, I got my feet up
Baby, what's the deal, I'm tryna eat, yeah
Baby, what's the deal, I'm tryna eat, yeah
For real, tooth ache, Jolly Rancher
I been sippin' on that Codeine, lean, it is the answer
Smokin' out the pound for real, I hope I don't get cancer
I just got my bitch a surgery, yes, I'm gon' enhance her
Okay, be for real
Too ahead, you couldn't match up
I should change my name to Mustard 'cause you couldn't catch up
I just threw my pound of runtz I rolled up in the Benz truck
Y'all ain't shooters, y'all be writin', nigga, put them pens up
Okay, be for real

Tooth ache from the damn cup
I told shorty that my tooth ache, she said it's bad luck
Even though the shit give me a tooth ache, still gon' pour up
And the shit was sweet, I got a tooth ache, still more cups
Okay, be for real
That might be a habit, boy, my habit gettin' bread, though
Okay, I might have a habit, boy, my habit gettin' bread, though
Plus I got a habit sippin' red four
More Jolly Ranchers in my cup because I said so
Go ahead, ho, we in the bed, stroke
I got Percocet's, but you got CVS clothes
We gettin' Xans out from Mexico for them pesos
I want all the Xans, but not gon' pay them
Tooth ache, boy, my stomach geeked out

Be for real, be for real