Lyrics:
silence got no guidelines
Make it look so casual
Speaking like I got the biggest ego
But I'm still stickin' to the G-Code
While yo man looking for a cheat
to a goal
Now you niggas know the code (Now you know)
I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by the roll (By the roll)
put an image in the frame for
The lyrics that I've written on the page
The way I'm living isn't fake
Them man wanna G check me
But can't do it to my
Never switch on your chick
That's on bitch code
Catch a trick, fry ‘em up in that Crisco
Fuck the grid, I'ma dip to a flip phone
Own the split's
to the face, can't fool the G
Laughing at him, he ain't ever scared though
But he check the lock every time he walk by the door
Check the lock every time he
mouth
Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out
Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms
Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God
emotional?
Well fuck it, I'm the one to blame then
So earlier I was like, "Where Cass' at?"
CoVID-19, I was tryin' to check his
Temp' before he came in
Niggas
check it, exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
cell phone number
But the area code still gon' be 305 tho
My friends who was my friends just like my kin
Walked em in model?
But please wipe your
make a toast cause we made the most
From where we can and now the name is known
The oath was to keep it G then it became the code
Now let's make a toast
- chorus (Noon)
I tell this cops leave me alone,
But they keep trynna check my phone,
I aint got nothing to show
So they keep asking me for doe
I
Check this out heffa I'm a ghetto star
69 Cutty is my favorite car
Chew gets rolled then here come the hoes
In the G-string panties and the sexy
Muthafucka, sometimes, you feel like a nut
That's what you do
What we got here, uh, check it out
Here's another one, uh, uh
By the Notorious
now woo the
B.G. straight duckin feds
On the real B.G.' bout bustin heads
On the real B.G. killin' chopters
Look in the sky flyin' by it's
my phone
I don't need a ring, I don't need no bros
I am a king, I live by a code, go let em know
I follow my road and Lord only knows where it will
can talk to you
It goes
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
Yo, check it,
next
Mic check
Mic check
Mic check
Wake up in the morning
I'm feeling exhausted
Nigga tired of mourning
All of our losses
Our people getting murdered
By
the boat load
Once they hear this they gone swear that this dope cold
I keep it G and I’m always sticking by the code (Hell Yeah)
Live by it ride it
But I
trill
This shit ain't for nothing been chasing a mil
He can't run away cause I'm right on his heels
I need me a check and a house on the hills
Run up
Imma run up a Check
Making Jugs in da Sticks, Imma Young Trapneck
When I get to Flexing I make n***as Upset
I live by da Code and Die about Respect
check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some a-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
I’m never breakin' the code
It’s too many niggas that told
Too many nigga that fold
I’m sellin' work on the phone
I’m never breakin' the code (Kilo)
Ke
through the roof, I was born just to flex
Zip code on my wrist, phone number in the bank
In my ten 'til six with my 305 paint
I got my 3-5-7 and my 501's
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