Street Code - 2022 Remastered Version
Yeah two to one
Four to the five
Never put a op before my guy
Come here senorita
Play with my dosh
You'll fell berataa
Can't believe your gone Killy
Them licks we hit were lit
Can't believe your gone my bro
Man fuck that shit them licks
We hit were lit
Can't believe your gone
Ay ay
How do we act like we in trenches
45 we knees deep in it
Send him up to ICU
On a ride pray I don't see you
Step right there with my longest
Then boys them step with flicks
really do tricks with Ching
Look at the way I swing Ching
Get caught by jacks
You better not sing
Clean my blade and ditch it
Come here senorita
Play with my dosh
You'll fell berataa
Can't believe your gone Killy
Them licks we hit were lit
Can't believe your gone my bro
Man fuck that shit
Them licks we hit were lit
When I do my crime I show no remorse
Double tap Mash
Then speed off
They talk about guns
But No gun beat off
Come through 7 shanks
Like Killer b
Mans in the field
Like shinobi
Smoking my dead oops only
Take them trips
Bring home the trophy
All my oops I swear they phoney
Come here senorita
Play with my dosh
You'll fell berataa
Can't believe your gone Killy
Them licks we hit were lit
Can't believe your gone my bro
Man fuck that shit
Them licks we hit were
Come here senorita
Play with my dosh
You'll fell berataa
Can't believe your gone Killy
Them licks we hit were lit
Can't believe your gone my bro
Man fuck that shit
Them licks we hit were
Can't believe your gone
Ay ay
2145 my set
Thats what I rep x2
Fuck with me
Get shot in the head
(jfk)
I don't chase no blue tick
Out on the streets
Im verified
Balley on me
Can't identify
Touch me get crucified
Its what the jungle do
A boogie
Told bro just push it in fully
I see ops in the distance
So bro bro let me slap that nine
So bro bro let me slap that nine
Dash to the block
Feds came in flocks
It be like that
But my guys don't talk
Who I smoke
My ops in blunts
And I wonder who
We smoking next
Better go pick your coffin
Taking that's a dead mad walking
Free g45 way to long but soon home
Get back gang
Gbg baby
That what they call us
Huh
I'm ttg
Train to go
That's how they raise me
Fuck my ops till I d.I.E
They babies like maggie
Diss 45 that's Murder
Opens your eys
I'm a 45 earner
Do drills insane
Step up put Two in your brain
Can't see me
Me I cover my face
That's why they have no case
Come here senorita
Play with my dosh
You'll fell berataa
Can't believe your gone Killy
Them licks we hit were lit
Can't believe your gone my bro
Man fuck that shit
Them licks we hit were
Can't believe your gone
Ay ay
Four to the five
Never put a op before my guy
Come here senorita
Play with my dosh
You'll fell berataa
Can't believe your gone Killy
Them licks we hit were lit
Can't believe your gone my bro
Man fuck that shit them licks
We hit were lit
Can't believe your gone
Ay ay
How do we act like we in trenches
45 we knees deep in it
Send him up to ICU
On a ride pray I don't see you
Step right there with my longest
Then boys them step with flicks
really do tricks with Ching
Look at the way I swing Ching
Get caught by jacks
You better not sing
Clean my blade and ditch it
Come here senorita
Play with my dosh
You'll fell berataa
Can't believe your gone Killy
Them licks we hit were lit
Can't believe your gone my bro
Man fuck that shit
Them licks we hit were lit
When I do my crime I show no remorse
Double tap Mash
Then speed off
They talk about guns
But No gun beat off
Come through 7 shanks
Like Killer b
Mans in the field
Like shinobi
Smoking my dead oops only
Take them trips
Bring home the trophy
All my oops I swear they phoney
Come here senorita
Play with my dosh
You'll fell berataa
Can't believe your gone Killy
Them licks we hit were lit
Can't believe your gone my bro
Man fuck that shit
Them licks we hit were
Come here senorita
Play with my dosh
You'll fell berataa
Can't believe your gone Killy
Them licks we hit were lit
Can't believe your gone my bro
Man fuck that shit
Them licks we hit were
Can't believe your gone
Ay ay
2145 my set
Thats what I rep x2
Fuck with me
Get shot in the head
(jfk)
I don't chase no blue tick
Out on the streets
Im verified
Balley on me
Can't identify
Touch me get crucified
Its what the jungle do
A boogie
Told bro just push it in fully
I see ops in the distance
So bro bro let me slap that nine
So bro bro let me slap that nine
Dash to the block
Feds came in flocks
It be like that
But my guys don't talk
Who I smoke
My ops in blunts
And I wonder who
We smoking next
Better go pick your coffin
Taking that's a dead mad walking
Free g45 way to long but soon home
Get back gang
Gbg baby
That what they call us
Huh
I'm ttg
Train to go
That's how they raise me
Fuck my ops till I d.I.E
They babies like maggie
Diss 45 that's Murder
Opens your eys
I'm a 45 earner
Do drills insane
Step up put Two in your brain
Can't see me
Me I cover my face
That's why they have no case
Come here senorita
Play with my dosh
You'll fell berataa
Can't believe your gone Killy
Them licks we hit were lit
Can't believe your gone my bro
Man fuck that shit
Them licks we hit were
Can't believe your gone
Ay ay
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Writer(s): Ahmed Kamara
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