BREAKIN THE CODE
Damn, lil' FckBwoy, man, you know that I be killin' shit
Grrah
She don't love me, she wanna be rich
Like, she want a house and a car (Like, damn)
Stay in my solar, she shoot as a star
She a thot, I can't give her my heart (Like, damn)
I'ma run up a mill with my heart (Like, damn)
I love my brother's, not breakin' apart (Like, huh)
Like, how is you part of me? When niggas doubted me
I couldn't see through the dark
I had no one to love or to trust
Bitches would see me and treat me like grabba
Back then, was just focused on fun
Now that I'm lit, it's just me and my knocker
Lil' nigga, big like papa
Keep my distance 'cause niggas not solid
All that envy and hate, I'm around it
I'm wearin' shit, but I cannot pronounce it
Grrah, and this shit not a joke
Can't die, this world so cold
One false move and I'm lettin' it blow
Woah, how is you callin' me bro
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
Damn, how is you callin' me bro
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
I be runnin' and duckin' my feelings
Not in my shoes, so you might never feel it
What? I gotta roll up another one
Smoke out the pain 'cause I don't wanna feel it
She see the money, but she wanna live it
Pass her the gun, but she don't wanna risk it
How is you sayin' you got me?
I swear to God all y'all bitches no different
I wanna feel love when I'm down
She want Chanel 'cause the body expensive
Wow, tell that bitch, "You a clown"
Go tell your nigga who you be around
Lil' baddie in love with my sound
Pretty in person, the talk of the town
What? If you think you trickin' me
You not my bitch, I'm just tryna get hound
She a freak, put the dick in her gown
Come here, one more round
Started from mis', now I'm flippin' in pounds
You don't know how it feels just to hustle
I be buggin' can't stay out of trouble
You not my gun bitch, so how could I trust you
And that shit hurt my conscience
When I seen my slime unresponsive
Grrah, and this shit not a joke
Can't die, this world so cold
One false move and I'm lettin' it blow
Woah, how is you callin' me bro?
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
Damn, how is you callin' me bro?
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
Grrah, and this shit not a joke
Can't die, this world so cold
One false move and I'm lettin' it blow
Woah, how is you callin' me bro?
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
Damn, how is you callin' me bro?
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
Grrah
She don't love me, she wanna be rich
Like, she want a house and a car (Like, damn)
Stay in my solar, she shoot as a star
She a thot, I can't give her my heart (Like, damn)
I'ma run up a mill with my heart (Like, damn)
I love my brother's, not breakin' apart (Like, huh)
Like, how is you part of me? When niggas doubted me
I couldn't see through the dark
I had no one to love or to trust
Bitches would see me and treat me like grabba
Back then, was just focused on fun
Now that I'm lit, it's just me and my knocker
Lil' nigga, big like papa
Keep my distance 'cause niggas not solid
All that envy and hate, I'm around it
I'm wearin' shit, but I cannot pronounce it
Grrah, and this shit not a joke
Can't die, this world so cold
One false move and I'm lettin' it blow
Woah, how is you callin' me bro
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
Damn, how is you callin' me bro
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
I be runnin' and duckin' my feelings
Not in my shoes, so you might never feel it
What? I gotta roll up another one
Smoke out the pain 'cause I don't wanna feel it
She see the money, but she wanna live it
Pass her the gun, but she don't wanna risk it
How is you sayin' you got me?
I swear to God all y'all bitches no different
I wanna feel love when I'm down
She want Chanel 'cause the body expensive
Wow, tell that bitch, "You a clown"
Go tell your nigga who you be around
Lil' baddie in love with my sound
Pretty in person, the talk of the town
What? If you think you trickin' me
You not my bitch, I'm just tryna get hound
She a freak, put the dick in her gown
Come here, one more round
Started from mis', now I'm flippin' in pounds
You don't know how it feels just to hustle
I be buggin' can't stay out of trouble
You not my gun bitch, so how could I trust you
And that shit hurt my conscience
When I seen my slime unresponsive
Grrah, and this shit not a joke
Can't die, this world so cold
One false move and I'm lettin' it blow
Woah, how is you callin' me bro?
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
Damn, how is you callin' me bro?
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
Grrah, and this shit not a joke
Can't die, this world so cold
One false move and I'm lettin' it blow
Woah, how is you callin' me bro?
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
Damn, how is you callin' me bro?
He not my bro, he be breakin' the code
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Writer(s): Kion Monsanto, Henry Fasheun
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