Broken Code

And ian never fold up on a lic
Me and bro get caught ima stay solid just like a brick
He on the net talking crazy, must think that he won't get hit
Wearing ski mask in yo vid, before COVID he was a bitch
Nigga say im hating on em
Boy yeen got shit that i can't get
You keep on throwing shade im gone pull up and split yo wig
Thought you was da bro in grade school, I had took you in
When you got robbed me and lil yo we was tryna spin (Huh)
Taught you everything you know treated you like ken
Come straight in the game
Like Tom Brady im just tryna win
No gymnastics but dese packs i got i just want em flipped
No gymnastics but if he play with my gang then ima get em flipped (Ahh)

Mailman of da year
All these packs i shipped
Tryna ride da wave you gone drown unless you got a ship
False claiming shit that they can't be
Telling bout sum shit that they ain't see
I'm dying bout my gang can you not see
And I'm bussing if im clutching
Bet not pump fake me
LCF my gang rep that shit until they take me
Nigga say he SHIESTY stick gon strike em like sum lightning
Me and twin toating sticks nigga we riding strikers
Every nigga you see me with they aint gon hesitate
Cause my niggas love the shoot shit like they name was klay
Really had to get it out the dirt and ian tb clay
We gon spin spin, spin spin til dey block mayday

We gone spin spin, hit a opp lights out
Know my gang lit it ain't shit to bust your tater tot (Like yea)
Promethazine my soda pop
Yattiest way cold hearted bastard
It ain't shit to cross you out
My lung hurt from smoking zot
Pain got me through da roof
I been getting dem bags in
Young sticky trap be super duper
Keep that blicky that's a must
I put ice inside my cup
Big YGN I'm one of one
Say you slimey inside dem streets then keep your gun (Ian going for none)



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Writer(s): Lamar Carter
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