51 Bandz - Brodinski, Phlo Finister, 2$ Fabo

Promethazine and Codeine

Actavis and Hi-Tech

Promethazine and Codeine

Actavis and Hi-Tech

Actavis and Hi-Tech

Actavis and Hi-Tech

Driving down the H Town

In that Aston Martin

In that Aston Martin

In that Aston Martin

Feel so ill

Need to refill my prescription

Refill my prescription

Refill my prescription

Ride around the city

With the bands in the trunk

With the bands in the trunk

With the bands in the trunk

I’m floating on a cloud

And I can’t come down

Turn back up now

I’m seeing spaceships loaded

Feeling good cause I rock and roll it

It hit me like a bomb

I exploded

Every time I break the seal I swear I can’t control it

I be like hold up (hold it)

Hold up (hold it)

Hold up (hold it) (hold it)

I go and see my doctor for that special feelin'

He wanna get my prescription, it’s a better livin'

Fuck the police, they just tryin’a get somebody dealing

I’m throwing money everywhere.

I’m sick.

I need some healing

(FABO! OH!)

I’ll reverse

Two dolls in the room getting freaky with the nuts

New experimental drugs, and now she wanna twerk

So what the fuck make you come

Slow it down and speed it up

This is for the hippies who don’t really give a fuck

This is screwed up

Now put your hands up

Go straight out the bar while I double my cup

Geek all-stars, they don’t do it like us

I got a superstar swag with a hollywood touch

Pimp with a limp

Take em to church

«Fabo, you leaning'»

Thank you very much!

Pour it up motherfucka

Let me get another line

Look at the dime

And look at me shine

And look at the club, they’ll all rewind us

Scotty, beam me up!

It’s perfect timing

I wanna get geeked up in France

And ride around the country with the bands

Turn up as soon as I land

On promethazine and codeine, doing my dance

I party hard, take some more

Can’t stop until they throw me out the door

Pass out.

Wake up and play football, baby

Watch me score

I’m rich, I can’t be ignored

I’m too extravagant and I explore

And everything I do, I do it galore

I’m international.

Turn up some more

Houston we have a problem

I to help me solve them

, Rossi.

Take all of them real bag guys, play above the rim

Bumping weight like I ache in the gym

Don’t blow my high, it might get a little grim

No survivor, your chances are slim

If they hate on drink then don’t fuck with them