The Code

All I ever wanted was to have it Making hits like guns, automatic I don't waste time, rather spend it on a Patek Way too lit, I ain't worried about the static I'm tryna run up some millis' and go Smile at lil mama, she thought it was snow Them pockets get fatter, I need me them rolls Go up, can't look back, yeah, I follow The Code Woah, cops pulled me over 'Fore I go down, I'ma stand in the motor Thrax in the air, bitch I love the aroma Yeah Run your mouth, you get put in a coma Yeah, Yeah My hustle different, I spend it and get it right back I rock the fitteds, don't f*ck with the cap All about business, the f*ck is relax? Too far from average, just go check the stats Go against the gang, tell me why you do that I'm a hot boy, but I know how to get cold It get hot, boy, and when it went down, you froze Bitch, I'm at the spot with my dawgs and we all blow O's I'm locked in, baby, don't blow my phone Put me in your top 10 and if you don't, you a hoe Push one button and they all on go I keep a low profile Shooters I know, on dial She suck it slow, oh wow They hear the song, go wild I'm on a new level Like Ferg Get me the new bezel Right there He want a feature, it's "No, sir" You only getting on my nerves Bend the block, I'm in the whip and I swerve Boutta pop, I hit that hoe with the curve They think they topping' me, that's so absurd Bitch, I'm the goat, motherfuck what you heard All I ever wanted was to have it Making hits like guns, automatic I don't waste time, rather spend it on a Patek Way too lit, I ain't worried about the static I'm tryna run up some millis' and go Smile at lil mama, she thought it was snow Them pockets get fatter, I need me them rolls Go up, can't look back, yeah, I follow The Code Woah, cops pulled me over 'Fore I go down, I'ma stand in the motor Thrax in the air, bitch I love the aroma Yeah Run your mouth, you get put in a coma