I think them drug calls they mean everything, I'm by your side until they bury me

No, I can't let up on my enemies, They try and take me for my mini-me

Cause it's hell up in the summertime, but shit get cold

And I done gambled with my life up on the 10 or 4

Exposing all the facts, bitch, I'm finna blow, I don't follow no fucking code, bitch, I am

The code, We was riding round in beamers, skits up out the Audi

That K ain't got no limit, we so bout it

Bout it, Ain't gotta do too much, we send a bitch to

See where y'all be at, We the type to pop up, give these bitch

Niggas a heart attack, And that's on my soul, I had boots up on they

Street, Back and forth for weeks straight, I couldn't

Get no sleep, All them hours in the field got blood up on

My cleats, And this the type of shit I pray for, we

All the same so what they hate for, I need a lawyer to get a day for

But this the type of shit I'm made for, I think them drug calls they mean everything

I'm by your side until they bury me, No, I can't let up on my enemies

They try and take me for my mini-me, Cause it's hell up in the summertime, but

Shit get cold, And I done gambled with my life up on a 10

or 4 , Exposing all the facts, bitch, I'm finna

Blow, I don't follow no fucking code, bitch, I am

The code