Lyrics:
flee anyways
Headshots through the peephole
Run me my check no repo nigga
Ballin’ out like a free-throw
You gotta stick to the g code nigga
Headshots
like he says in his songs He's still first place
Fin to this run shit summer by summer
He feel like Mase
Back in ninety eight, take what's yours,
a nigga hit my phone then it's some racks involved
And if a nigga hit my joint then you know that's my dawg
Verse 1
I follow code and I move strictly by
Mic check one two one two
It's the reality and it's whole totality
This your boy Slim Dog backed up by Dukki Boi
We are the Crescent City Boys
Fuck the bro code
Been in G mode
That's the G code
Trials tribulations, basic energy flow
Master my alchemy, inner G gold
Forbidden knowledge around
boo[00:15.88]Two G's, one shoe[00:17.38]Smoke three, I flew[00:18.90]No checks too big[00:20.46]We left, she switched[00:22.05]You shot, you missed[00:23.57]I feast,
Typing in the code
While you looking at my phone
When I leave it at home
I know you gone check
Why in ya zone tho
Scrolling through the photoS
Seeing all
Valentino
I've got Bobby Valentino
I've got Bobby Valentino
Bitch I think I'm Rico
I live life by this G-code
Bitch I think I'm Rico
Them fifteen birds,
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
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
burden off my heart
Choppas, crips, G's awe
Killas, robbers, pill poppas na Naw na
On the phone wit my son, i see Em mugg'n niggas finna get shot Down
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
Making G's by any means, my eyes on my enemies
Sipping Hennessey, with my mind on some crime shit
One-time searching me but never ever find shit
It's
good
Check my program
And I'm all booked
When I go live
Always by your side
If you have a phone
You'll never be alone
Most viewed
Just a little lewd
one for the ones
Who stayed solid they ain’t never fold
This ones for The Who kept it G
And Never broke the code
Put your lighter in they sky
If you
take no shit
Talent over tenure any beat I'm on I spit
Stickin' to the G code, won't ever chase a bitch
Not livin' check to check, nigga I been on my
Cartier
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
They gone have to hit me up on the phone now
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,
hardly you a born ass hoe he know I’m the life of the party saw blowing up his phone and your number not saved might as well leave him alone this the life
respectful
If I give my guys the signal, believe me they will check you
But imma let you slide, cause I'm working on my karma
Imma man of my word, I live by
I gotta bounce, my phone might be tapped,
you know my code, get back to me wit an
update.
Tray Lee: Word up, this serious business
Live life real good and build a sort code.
Yo
Post Codes like a war zone
Live life
Real Good
And build a sort Code
First bank that's owned
eye closed fool
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
Yo man check this out
You
after
May reveal once captured
Stay present money's not the true master
G code comes with damage when breached by a hacker
Make everyone calm by being
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