Personality Disorder (Codeine Cowboys)

Intro (HitBoy) (G Ry got me) AK phew   Chorus Uh ice light the whole room up bling blaow Your man got a new Plain Jane sit down He cant talk shit until he get a bustdown And if my niggas robbing him he may get bust down I feel like a referee every time they act foul Cause when they act foul is when I put my foot down Glocks bustin out Codeine cowboys back in town yeehaw   Verse 1 Shit huh round em up huh tie they ass down Pull up to they spot bearing arms air that bitch out Lake round the corner we could throw em in and they’d drown Codeine cowboys the roughest the toughest around Turn the crib to a saloon aint no beers its just codeine cheers and weapons off of Doom I reckon you watch your mouth who the fuck you think you talkin to I reckon I had enough of you shootout high noon And dont forget your spur boots (Yeehaw) Five paces North revolver on my hip cant wait to shoot (Grrahgrrahgrrah) This SW 500 itll knock you right out your shoes After you dead take your ho to the hodown and Im gettin her loose (Come here) She on the whiskey I poured up a two of the Qualitest special I down me a deuce (Leanleanleanlean leanleanlean) Bridge Uh round em up (Ch lets get it) yeah tie em loose (Yeehaw yeehaw) Yeah round em up (Yeehaw yeehaw) yeah knock em loose (Knock em loose) Yeah your mom at my crib Im knockin boots huh yeehaw   Verse 2 Uh sorry Ima fuck your bitch I aint sorry (Uh) I done brought your bitch to the party (Uhhuh) I done brought my gun to the party (Lets go) Fake tits ass she a barbie (Lets go) Ima grill a nigga no Hibachi (Ayyayy) Ima player when I take bitches from niggas I really feel like Apache (Uhhuh) Every day Ima get a play like a plugup and I play Atari (Lets go) I wont eat the pussy if it smell sushi I dont really fuck with Calamari (Uhhuh) I heard yo nigga got shot (Huh) well I aint sorry (Ha) I was the nigga who got him (Rest in piss) now whats yo number (Rest in piss) Huh lets do it we can do it we can pull it cock it back we can shoot it Makin Ws a nigga aint losin Fuck a bitch you know she choosin (Lets go) I dont know what that bitch be doin but I know that bitch wanna prove it She could come in the room take off all of her clothes you know shorty finna lose it I feel like Michael Jackson (Why) so I told her to beat it beat it (Woo yeah) I feel like a café or somethin I told her to eat it eat it (Lets go) Shot hit him in his face twentytwo times he defeatedfeated (Lets go) Man these niggas cockblockin lookin like Derek Jeter Huh man these bitches slobknobbin (Woo) suckin up me and my people (Yeah) Man Im too fly up in the air I feel like Peter Pan AK in the closet look like Afghanistan Niggas like 50 Cent many men wishing death upon me Bridge Uhuhuhuhuh Huh they tryna take my life away please (Please please please please) Many men (Fuck nigga fuck nigga) Shit come do it (Ha)   Verse 3 Uh shit oh oh hell I know it be some niggas and bitches that want me to go through some hell They dont even gotta say it to me I can feel it in the air (Yeah) But I make my problems and my demons disappear yeah I put a AP on my wrist (Like that) put a Gucci ring on your bitch (Oh yeah) I hit it from the back one or two times (Lets go) I aint ever give that bitch a kiss (Uhuh) Cause I know she be suckin on dick (Where) From 5th Street to the 6th (Uhhuh) what you know about over East (Yeahyeah) I think G Herb fucked that bitch Swerv (Ganggang ganggang)   Chorus Uh ice light the whole room up blingblaow Your man got a new Plain Jane sit down He cant talk shit until he get a Bust down And if my niggas robbing him he may get bust down I feel like a referee every time they act foul Cause when they act foul is when I put my foot down Glocks bustin out Codeine cowboys back in town yeehaw