"G-Code" lyrics
Mike Smiff & Tee Grizzley Lyrics
Niko on the beat, bitch
(Mike Smiff, what up though nigga)
I'm just thinking out loud
I'm the realest nigga in the room
And I pulled up with a mop and a broom
Popping pills in the middle of the afternoon
Drinking liquor in the middle of the afternoon
He don't like me, I don't want to talk to him
He don't like me, I don't want to talk to him
Leave a whole in him big enough to walk through him
Used to be a lil dog, I'm a boss now
I'm that motherfucking nigga on this side of town
On these jiggers, two-stepping like I'm James Brown
Uh uh, hoe, I'm super bad
Try me, I put these sticks on your stupid ass
Uh uh, ain't nobody give me shit
All love, I went and got mine out the mud
Keep this shit G code to the door, bitch
I ain't your motherfucking dog, I'm a goat, bitch
Every nigga round me on go, bitch
OTM, who the fuck want smoke, bitch
Drop a bag on a nigga, I'll spend every penny
Until the day a nigga get them, we gon' keep spinning
Uh uh, nigga, keep spinning
Uh uh, bitch, keep spinning
We gon' be aight
We gon' be aight
(Mike Smiff, What Up Doe nigga) let's get it
OTM
Woo, woo, I'm 'bout to wig
Make sure you sell the brick, Brody take out the bid
Give a fuck about a trend, real niggas always in
Bro ain't dizzy 'cause they drunk, they dizzy 'cause they spin
Who birthday is it? I been getting all this cake
Life a game of chess, I told plenty niggas, mate
You want smoke with us, we sit outside your momma house with Drakes
She gon' cook and we gon' kill you when you pull up for a plate
She ate it 'cause I had on Prada
Don't put your hand out, baby, you ain't getting nada
Got money for the lawyers and we got choppers for the problems
Miami to the D, shout out my nigga Zoey Dollaz, ya hear me
I'm the realest nigga in the room
And I pulled up with a mop and a broom
Popping pills in the middle of the afternoon
Drinking liquor in the middle of the afternoon
He don't like me, I don't want to talk to him
He don't like me, I don't wanna talk to him
OTM, who the fuck want smoke, bitch
(Mike Smiff, what up though nigga)
I'm just thinking out loud
I'm the realest nigga in the room
And I pulled up with a mop and a broom
Popping pills in the middle of the afternoon
Drinking liquor in the middle of the afternoon
He don't like me, I don't want to talk to him
He don't like me, I don't want to talk to him
Leave a whole in him big enough to walk through him
Used to be a lil dog, I'm a boss now
I'm that motherfucking nigga on this side of town
On these jiggers, two-stepping like I'm James Brown
Uh uh, hoe, I'm super bad
Try me, I put these sticks on your stupid ass
Uh uh, ain't nobody give me shit
All love, I went and got mine out the mud
Keep this shit G code to the door, bitch
I ain't your motherfucking dog, I'm a goat, bitch
Every nigga round me on go, bitch
OTM, who the fuck want smoke, bitch
Drop a bag on a nigga, I'll spend every penny
Until the day a nigga get them, we gon' keep spinning
Uh uh, nigga, keep spinning
Uh uh, bitch, keep spinning
We gon' be aight
We gon' be aight
(Mike Smiff, What Up Doe nigga) let's get it
OTM
Woo, woo, I'm 'bout to wig
Make sure you sell the brick, Brody take out the bid
Give a fuck about a trend, real niggas always in
Bro ain't dizzy 'cause they drunk, they dizzy 'cause they spin
Who birthday is it? I been getting all this cake
Life a game of chess, I told plenty niggas, mate
You want smoke with us, we sit outside your momma house with Drakes
She gon' cook and we gon' kill you when you pull up for a plate
She ate it 'cause I had on Prada
Don't put your hand out, baby, you ain't getting nada
Got money for the lawyers and we got choppers for the problems
Miami to the D, shout out my nigga Zoey Dollaz, ya hear me
I'm the realest nigga in the room
And I pulled up with a mop and a broom
Popping pills in the middle of the afternoon
Drinking liquor in the middle of the afternoon
He don't like me, I don't want to talk to him
He don't like me, I don't wanna talk to him
OTM, who the fuck want smoke, bitch
