G:Code

Ha Stick to the G code Stick to the G code Stick to the- Stick to the G- I can't tell on them, I'm sorry I can't tell on them, I'm sorry Ayy, ayy (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) A lot of them niggas go kill if I tell 'em And niggas gonna try to snake me out if I let 'em My dawg came home for a murder, it was fishy Only time you really make it out is by a stretcher My close homie told me if I was dead, it'd be better Man, I regret I had nothin' in the stretcher Can't pop a dot too strong, need a Tesla Jeans by Amiri, two thousand for the sweater My homie got my homie bitch pregnant, it was hectic I'm from Chicago, I sleep with my weapon I know a old head who snitch he infected My vale said save they self and they did it (come on) I done got high, got nervous I done went broke twice, kept splurgin' Made her play with her pussy in person 'Cause that FaceTime really wasn't workin' Two cars from the jail, I'm a merchant Gotta talk to my dawg, it's urgent Can I talk to my child, it's urgent Know a bitch set you up for some purses Them niggas keep dyin' in the streets My tape went diamond in the streets I ain't gon' talk about no murders I ain't gon' talk about no robberies I ain't gon' trick up on no scammers I can't tell on them, I'm sorry I can't tell on them, I'm sorry I can't tell on them, I'm- I can't tell on them, I'm sorry I can't tell on them, I'm- Stick to the G code Stick to the G code Stick to the G code Stick to the G code No, I can't tell on them, I'm sorry No, I can't tell on him, I'm sorry I don't know about no bodies, I'm sorry I don't know about lil'-, I'm sorry, yeah Sorry, not sorry If you play games, you get played like Atari You on the bench, please don't talk 'til you startin' This life shit a movie, I'm the one that be starrin' I'm in the yo like I play in the Garden They know I'm ballin' just like I am Harden These bitches know my pockets the largest They see the foreigns a nigga be parkin' I got these diamonds, they shinin' on me That's why these bitches be flyin' to me These bitches geekin', ain't for no reason I got a different bitch come every weekend I got these niggas, they hatin' on me I got these bitches, they waitin' on me They say the internet is undefeated, but not one time have I felt defeated, yeah Bitches, I got them addicted, I gotta watch my back knowin' they wicked, yeah Fuckin' with me, it get sticky, I blow a ticket 'cause I got no limit, yeah She ride with me 'cause I'm winnin', they hate that I'm spittin', I take that offensive, yeah I get to snappin' and say, "Fuck all my critics" I done it, they hate that I did it, yeah I ain't gon' talk about no murders I ain't gon' talk about no robberies I ain't gon' trick up on no scammers I can't tell on them, I'm sorry I can't tell on them, I'm sorry I can't tell on them, I'm- I can't tell on them, I'm sorry I can't tell on them, I'm- Stick to the G code Stick to the G code Stick to the G code Stick to the G code No, I can't tell on them, I'm sorry No, I can't tell on him, I'm sorry I don't know about no bodies, I'm sorry I don't know about lil'-, I'm sorry, yeah