Code 201 Lyrics

Poppin' hot shit to the clerk, they ain't have my size

Talkin' bout my son realer than me, you goddamn right

Switch on that bitch, take his health and decrease his height

Turn this nigga whip to an exhibit like pimp my ride

Leave this nigga dead and gone while I fuck his wife

Everything I said is left in stone, I will not speak twice

Wasn't doin' shit with it, so I took his life

I can take the weakest shit on earth and make it nice

Aye Groovy, go get the, these niggas on somethin

Ain't no legal shit in this room, we gon' ghost gun him

Know these niggas lurkin' on my page whenever I post somethin

We gon' send them bitches to yo' ass since the hoes love him

Shout out my nigga Goot man, but I ain't squabblin' shit

223s, F&Ns, and Glocks go with every fit

Let my niggas say we got a Opp, don't say that shit

If the weed man got POS, I'll punch the zip

Like a motherfuckin' dog,how I treat my bitches

If the whip ain't got no fuckin' tint, you won't see me in it

I know that I got a wack jumper, so I need extension

She said, boy, what kinda car you in

Cause the keys is missin

Do a money spread on him and start cheesin' with it

I can catch a flight out there today, cause my piece is hittin

Roll a 3-5 to the face and start wheezin', nigga

I don't know who fuckin' mans this is, come seize this nigga

Ape head on my shirt and hoodie, I love to bape

You gon' get me right where I want, I love the hate

I been in the studio all week, I don't wanna break

I'ma need all my nugs fat, I don't want the shake