Bizarro Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Codeine, which you all know is syrup
I started drinkin' it because I'm from the south, New Orleans
And, umm, we grew up on UGK and on, umm, Geto Boys and all
And-and people been drinkin' syrup for years

[Verse 1: Lil Remains]
Still riding with my devils, ain't shit changed
Gun to my temple, sharpen up the blade
Feel the motherf*ckin' phonk like it's '93
Grim Reaper in a Jeep when I hit the streets
Motherf*ckers 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, f*ck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
Baby, f*ck 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 Wok? (Wok)
Say the world is yours, got your world in my sock (My sock)
Hoes tryna f*ck (f*ck), 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, f*ck 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)
f*ckin' duckin', that's a small quack
Blowin' out a broad's back
I can't f*ckin' cum 'cause my dick is number than 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, f*ck what they say (f*ck 'em)
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
Baby, ayy, f*ck what they say (f*ck 'em)
Next time they talk, I'ma f*ck their face

[Verse 4: Yung Maraschino]
Reach into my pocket, yeah, I f*ckin' 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 f*ck if I lost it
f*ck a four
Yeah, gimme 30 O's
It's time to f*ckin' go
It's time to f*ckin' go

[Chorus: Yung Maraschino]
Baby, f*ck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
Baby, f*ck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face

[Outro: Yung Maraschino]
(I can't stop now) Baby, f*ck 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, f*ck what they say
(What's the point? I can never calm down)
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
Baby, f*ck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
(I can't stop now) Baby, f*ck what they say
(What's the point? I can never calm down)
Full of drugs, can't feel my face

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