Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Lil Remains] Codeine, which you all know is syrup I started drinkin' it because I'm from the south, New Orleans (Baby, fuck what they say) And, umm, we grew up on UGK (Full of drugs, can't feel my face) And on, umm, Geto Boys and all (Still riding with my devils, ain't shit changed) And-and people been drinkin' syrup for years (Ain't shit changed) [Verse 1: Lil Remains] Still riding with my devils, ain't shit changed Gun to my temple, sharpen up the blade Feel the motherfuckin' phonk like it's '93 Grim Reaper in a Jeep when I hit the streets Motherfuckers better hide, better duck quick (What? What?) It's the Sandman, better run, shit Switch back to my old ways, old days Pill bottles in the cabinet, can't feel my face, ayy (Can't feel my face) [Chorus: Lil Remains] Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face [Verse 2: Lil Remains] Dope in a bag (Bag), brown-yellow rock (Rock) They don't know slick (Slick), they don't know the block (Block) Tell me what you want? (Want), Tech or the Wock'? (Wock') Say the world is yours, got your world in my sock (My sock) Hoes tryna fuck (Fuck), hoes tryna lock (Lock) Eat that bitch's box, suck my dick, give me top (Top) I cannot forget medicating with Gelatto (Gelatto) Car sports model and my gun be semi-auto Lately, I trip a lot (Lot), lately, I sip a lot (Lot) Scripts from my doc (Doc), finesse him like a cop, ayy [Chorus: Lil Remains & Yung Maraschino] Baby, fuck what they say (Three houses, two cars, I'm a boss, facts) Full of drugs, can't feel my face [Verse 3: Yung Maraschino] Three houses, two cars, I'm a boss, facts Spent a hunny thou', suckin' all my snot back (Yeah) Fuckin' duckin', that's a small quack Blowin' out a broad's back I can't fuckin' cum 'cause my dick is numb and all that Fall back, I'ma call back (Psych) Where my dogs at? Linin' up the chalk fat Yeah, her ass left, but she brought it back Shawty pointin' at that shit, so I bought her that (Bought her that) [Chorus: Yung Maraschino] Baby, fuck what they say (Fuck 'em) Full of drugs, can't feel my face Baby, ayy, fuck what they say (Fuck 'em) Next time they talk, I'ma fuck their face [Verse 4: Yung Maraschino] Reach into my pocket, yeah, I fuckin' got it (Phew) Ooh, that shit was fire like the bottom of a rocket (Fire) Blunt full of gossip just so I don't vomit (Blah) Never play it cautious, could give a fuck if I lost it Fuck a four Yeah, gimme 30 O's It's time to fuckin' go It's time to fuckin' go [Chorus: Yung Maraschino] Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face [Outro: Yung Maraschino] (I can't stop now) Baby, fuck what they say (What's the point? I can never calm down) Full of drugs, can't feel my face (I can't stop now) Baby, fuck what they say (What's the point? I can never calm down) Full of drugs, can't feel my face Baby, fuck what they say Full of drugs, can't feel my face (I can't stop now) Baby, fuck what they say (What's the point? I can never calm down) Full of drugs, can't feel my face