"LUNGS" lyrics

I've been sippin' Codeine, still can taste on my tongue
Watermelon Skittles burnt a hole in my lung
Yeah, you can't, uh
Ooh, you can't even play with ya, uh
Fiends lined out the trap, I cannot stay with ya, oh
Nah, we not the same, nigga, uh
I'm about the money, fuck the fame, nigga, uh

Yee, I see the way, y'all be, uh
Autopilot whippin', switchin' lanes on me, ooh, ew
Your bitch just came on me, uh
I just fucked her freckles off her face, homie, yee
Pistol on me, it protect
Had to go Patek, Patek, huh
Look how the diamonds reflect, huh, huh, yee-yee
Ten pounds of ice on my neck
You can't beat me more or less
I got your female obsessed, woah-woah
These Balmain my jeans
I love me dope fiends, I know they love me, yeah
I turn your girl to a slut
She let me come in her butt, [?]
It's us, baby, catch a rush
Codeine, pink, that's us
Hit from the back, it's up, ah, ah
Told you I'd get in my bag
Why the fuck y'all look so mad?
Do a drive-by in the Jag', uh
Drove by, the Rollie president
I was geekin' off a Percocet
Yo' bitch with me tryna throw the neck
[?] let me see the back
Feel like I'm drowin', all my diamonds wet
Hit the hotel and hop out the 'vette
Leave the hotel and hop in a jet
Ten thousand bricks, like an architect
I was pourin' Wockisha, this is not the tech
Don't want the feature, no disrespect
But I don't really feel you, y'all niggas wack

I've been sippin' Codeine, still can taste on my tongue
Watermelon Skittles burnt a hole in my lung
Can't even play with ya, uh
Fiends lined out the trap, I cannot stay with ya, oh
Nah, we not the same, nigga, uh
I'm about the money, fuck the fame, nigga, uh