Stick to the Code (feat. Bandhunta Jugg)

Stick ta that code
You already know, I keep me a pole
If we spinnin, then you playin that role

Nias a opp, you know he a foe
I'm callin his hoe, ta set up the go
She gave us the drop
I'm hittin up Jugg

Load up the glock
We hittin his block
Kicked down his door
I locked at the clock
He was takin some shots
So we ran through his spot

Stick to the code, these nias goin fold.
He claim that he slime, we givin out colds
I come from the slums, gotta stand ten toes

Fuck how nias feel, I know that they hoes
Writin up statements, you know that he told
Writin up payments, for breakin the code
Im gettin him hit for bein so bold
Don't Fuck wit the law you know how it go

We bangin a left, ta get outta the sight
Back ta the hood, so you know that we good
Flame up a wood, while I'm countin a sack
Red beams, bitch I swear I can't lack
Big halos, servin nias it's crack
Swear ta god nias ain't comin back
Trynna pull up, finna Hunt for them Bands.
The fuck is you sayin, get stuck in a jam

We bangin a left, ta get outta the sight
Back ta the hood, so you know that we good
Flame up a wood, while I'm countin a sack
Red beams, bitch I swear I can't lack
Big halos, servin nias it's crack
Swear ta god nias ain't comin back
Trynna pull up, finna Hunt for them Bands.
The fuck is you sayin, get stuck in a jam

Controllin this bitch, man I think I do voodoo
Get a nia gone, I ont care who the nia knew
Nia walk down like "yeah you goin shoot who"
Free Lor G, yeah my nigga a loose screw!

And you know I'm holdin it down
Stay wit a ratchet
That bitch gotta whole lotta rounds
Can't wait till my nias touchdown
We hop on a plane
Then we go to a whole other town

Hunnits we likin them pounds
Walk in my shoes
Man them bitches been goin for miles
I know that they likin my style
They likin my smile

The bitch she get caught in "wow"
And bend that shit over
I seen ya bitch and I'm bendin her over
You smell the loud, you can tell by the odor
Whippin the coke and it's cut wit the soda

Jugg

We bangin a left, ta get outta the sight
Back ta the hood, so you know that we good
Flame up a wood, while I'm countin a sack
Red beams, bitch I swear I can't lack
Big halos, servin nias it's crack
Swear ta god nias ain't comin back
Trynna pull up, finna Hunt for them Bands.
The fuck is you sayin, get stuck in a jam

We bangin a left, ta get outta the sight
Back ta the hood, so you know that we good
Flame up a wood, while I'm countin a sack
Red beams, bitch I swear I can't lack
Big halos, servin nias it's crack
Swear ta god nias ain't comin back
Trynna pull up, finna Hunt for them Bands.
The fuck is you sayin, get stuck in a jam

I don't know if I like that, let me hear it

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