Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody) I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin' codeine (codeine) I don't fuck with nobody Yeah you hardly know me Thirty bottles, yeah the bill is on me (on me) Been livin' fast, no I can't take it slowly (slowly)

I blame it on your love I blame it on your love, I do Every time I fuck it up I can't help it, I can't stop Sorry, I blame it on your love, yeah Every time you get too close I run, I run away And every time you say the words, I don't know what to say

I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me (check it out) Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out) Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (check it out) Shawty gon' get on top of me You know what I'm saying? Yeah, me and my homie We do this shit

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

Don't act like you know me, like you know me, na na yeah Ooh, na na yeah I am not your homie, not your, hoo, na na yeah You don't know me, fuck yeah See your iPhone camera flashin' Please step back, it's my style you're crampin' "You here for long?" Oh

Do I, do I, yeah, ooh Sometimes I don't think I deserve you So I say some fucked up shit just to hurt you But you know I do it all 'cause I love you So, baby, tell me I'm the one that deserves you Do we, do I, yeah, ooh Now why you wanna go and lose

Girl, I can't believe I wanted you Whip it up, egg beater, mhm Said she love me, don't believe her, mhm Can't be mediocre, mhm Twenty on her choker, mhm Fuck her, I don't know her, yeah Give me face, like poker Whoa, can't believe I wanted you Whoa, I

Look, I know you, you just wanna fuck me for my fame Girl, don't you? You just wanna fuck me for the fame Yeah, don't you? You just wanna fuck me for the fame She wanna fuck me 'cause them diamonds on my chain Girl, I know you, you be out here playin'

I'ma fuck up my life Yeah right, yeah right But you know I don't mind Never give a single fuck about me Yeah, you bet she know that we ain't Never gonna be together, I see Yeah, you bet I go to see you when I'm feeling like a drum without a beat Yeah,

Yeah, and you don't stop (Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop) Tonight's the night I get in some shit (yeah) Deep Cover on the incognito tip Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too Cause you niggas know I'm coming at you I guess that's part