"CODE" lyrics
(performed by Lil Yee, Lil Bean & 22nd Jim)
This shit get brutal 'bout that money, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't know what the fuck you need, yeah, uh
I don't know what the fuck you niggas thought, we got it goin' on
And fifteen thousand on a pair of Denry 'cause they made by chrome
It's back-to-back black trucks sittin' outside my home
Inside the pocket, inside my closet lookin' like the store
And we droppin' loads and not to mention there's dog shit on the floor
Nigga mad at me about a bitch and she can't even come close
I'm rich, I'm doin' the most, in the back of the Rolls, she suckin' her soul
Spent twenty-five hundred on a ERD coat, I wear that bitch, I'm cold
Yeah, C-O-D-E, code, she fuck the streets for sure
It ain't nobody's bitch safe if I get in that mode
What the fuck, I'm 'posed to be my role models, they work the stove
Yeah, it won't never judge, she fucked the first night, she say she grown
It's a sad story, most niggas died, bro, can't up a roll
I'm blinkin' out, I feel like C.G.s, I'm in that mode
Couple thousand on my fit, mix E.R.D. with the Rick
I'm so low-key, bro, I wasn't your favorite rapper, won't take a pic
Got a bad bitch in Alo, do hot yoga every mornin'
Walk in the booth and talk about my lipo, just record me
It's sad to say, these niggas only hate that feel important
Like T.I., you can have what you like, it ain't no shortage
Need a life jacket, boy, you see my neck, this shit water
By any means, gotta get that cake for my daughter
Yeah, more money, we buy more guns in that order
They call me "Beaner", like I'm runnin' plays 'cross the border
With a bitch that's so bad, she ain't a dime, that bitch a quarter
I put on "designer" just for all the times I couldn't afford it
Gotta keep it solid, nigga stay down, they gon' reward you
Yeah, nice to meet you, I'm from 22nd, my name Jim
Cyber shoppin', me, SB & YEE yeah, you know that we can't trim
I go Chrome Rock for the denims with the T for me, RD
No, I can't fuck with nothin' basic, no, my bitch bad as can be
Yeah, dash digital, that bitch look like a spaceship
These nigga better find 'em somethin' safe to play with
I'm with Righteous. Trish, we drink out the brick
And when it come to opposition, I ain't got no picks
Niggas can't fuck with us, nigga
22nd, 33, nigga, I don't lay back, the central street, we eat
Yeah, broke-ass nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't know what the fuck you need, yeah, uh
I don't know what the fuck you niggas thought, we got it goin' on
And fifteen thousand on a pair of Denry 'cause they made by chrome
It's back-to-back black trucks sittin' outside my home
Inside the pocket, inside my closet lookin' like the store
And we droppin' loads and not to mention there's dog shit on the floor
Nigga mad at me about a bitch and she can't even come close
I'm rich, I'm doin' the most, in the back of the Rolls, she suckin' her soul
Spent twenty-five hundred on a ERD coat, I wear that bitch, I'm cold
Yeah, C-O-D-E, code, she fuck the streets for sure
It ain't nobody's bitch safe if I get in that mode
What the fuck, I'm 'posed to be my role models, they work the stove
Yeah, it won't never judge, she fucked the first night, she say she grown
It's a sad story, most niggas died, bro, can't up a roll
I'm blinkin' out, I feel like C.G.s, I'm in that mode
Couple thousand on my fit, mix E.R.D. with the Rick
I'm so low-key, bro, I wasn't your favorite rapper, won't take a pic
Got a bad bitch in Alo, do hot yoga every mornin'
Walk in the booth and talk about my lipo, just record me
It's sad to say, these niggas only hate that feel important
Like T.I., you can have what you like, it ain't no shortage
Need a life jacket, boy, you see my neck, this shit water
By any means, gotta get that cake for my daughter
Yeah, more money, we buy more guns in that order
They call me "Beaner", like I'm runnin' plays 'cross the border
With a bitch that's so bad, she ain't a dime, that bitch a quarter
I put on "designer" just for all the times I couldn't afford it
Gotta keep it solid, nigga stay down, they gon' reward you
Yeah, nice to meet you, I'm from 22nd, my name Jim
Cyber shoppin', me, SB & YEE yeah, you know that we can't trim
I go Chrome Rock for the denims with the T for me, RD
No, I can't fuck with nothin' basic, no, my bitch bad as can be
Yeah, dash digital, that bitch look like a spaceship
These nigga better find 'em somethin' safe to play with
I'm with Righteous. Trish, we drink out the brick
And when it come to opposition, I ain't got no picks
Niggas can't fuck with us, nigga
22nd, 33, nigga, I don't lay back, the central street, we eat
Yeah, broke-ass nigga
