Live By Da Gun (224 Olo)

Aye look, they say you live by the gun, and you gon' die by the blick
Aye look, I say you live by the pole and you gone die by the stick
Aye look, stack that paper to the sun, ain't gotta worry bout shit
Aye look, ain't never beefin over hoes, put the money over the bitch

Aye look, we grippin' tools, we prayin' we don't end up on the news
Big Baretta stuffed it in my trues, I gotta play it smooth

Them coppers hit the block, they like to cruise
Bitches fake so they love to pick and choose
38 won't leave a clue, I tell them hollow tippers slide through
Handle up, they finna get rid of you

My nigga gram it up, he been servin' up that food
You ain't got two grams and up, ain't no matching up with you
She told me you the friend I'm tryna see what it do
She knowin' I'm the man drip wetter than a pool

Smugglin' contraband that was back in middle school
Never been a middle man, no tellin' me what to do
He say you wet the pan, not better than I can shoot
You gotta watch yo mans, niggas gone off the boot
Remember we was hittin' houses, tryna tee up on the loot
But now we totin' pistols gettin' blowing like a flute

They say you live by the gun, and you gon' die by the blick
Aye look, I say you live by the pole and you gone die by the stick
Aye look, stack that paper to the sun, ain't gotta worry bout shit
Aye look, ain't never beefin over hoes, put the money over the bitch

Look, momma told me if I live by the gun, then I'ma die about it
Loyalty over love, them sevens gon' slide bout it
You want some smoke, then it's up, and I'ma ride bout it
Tell them fuck, niggas pop out, boy, they can't hide bout it

Old flames bangin' my line, but it's a lil too late
I shed blood in the streets, and I'm dodgin' the hate
I got some niggas dead and gone, and some thuggin' up state
I'm high as fuck, askin' God, what's the code to the gate

Just let me in, I think I'm done with my sins
Boy, I do this shit for Steve, I'ma thug to the end
All the Ls we done took, it's like we never gon' win
The opps keep testin' me, so I gotta go spin

With them 223s and 762s, I guarantee you gon' lose
I'll put you and yo dawgs on the evening news
I keep it real, I'm so true, I'm steady stackin' that blue
Louwop a hot boy forever, he keep losin' his cool

I'm forever with my bros, we been thuggin' since Jits
We can never go broke, we forever gettin' rich
Never beefin' over hoes, we eat burgers with the bitch
I gotta live by the code, it's Omerta to this shit

G code
Young Bull shit no bullshit