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Released on: 2017-10-15
Lyrics and translation
Original
Chill.
The G code, nigga.
Running through these tracks like I'm running through these checks.
It's the G code. Huh.
Ayy. See this the G code. We stick to everything that we know. C-notes is what
I'm getting off a free throw.
Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke.
Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox.
G code, we stick to everything that we know.
C-notes is what I'm getting off a free throw. Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke.
Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox.
My Ten Commandments is written from the commander and sent it. I ride with bandits and women that just might damage your Civic.
I can't get jammed with a sentence 'cause all my fam gon' come with it.
I talk that grandma, I spit it. I just be handling business. Yeah, it's mob over everything.
If you ain't mob, can't help you, man.
If you ain't raw, can't help but aim and put two in yours like a welterweight. I'm rolling, nigga, I can't help but skate.
Blowing steroids, they can't help but hate. I'm Air Jordan on every play.
They rushing in and I fade away. Yeah, it's mob over everything.
If you ain't mob, can't help you, man.
If you ain't raw, can't help but aim and put two in yours like a welterweight. I'm rolling, nigga, I can't help but skate.
Blowing steroids, they can't help but hate. I'm Air Jordan on every play.
They rushing in and I fade away. I'm twenty-four, so them 808s'll come and call me Brown when I elevate.
Keep it real like every day. I'm grinding, getting my checks straight.
Riding in that Chevrolet, getting back and from the beach parlay.
Still in the hood, man, yeah, I talk hood game. Nigga getting cake like every way. Like every day.
See this the G code. We stick to everything that we know.
C-notes is what I'm getting off a free throw. Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke.
Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox. G code, we stick to everything that we know.
C-notes is what I'm getting off a free throw.
Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke. Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox.
Come spend the money, I'm on a spending spree. I got 100 guns and we plenty deep.
They act a fool and you meet your G. So keep it cool or see plenty me.
Christian rock and Hennessy, on my way to Tennessee.
Smoking up that Tallahassee, draped in all this Italy.
Rocking with these real niggas 'cause them real niggas be feeling me. I got lil' niggas who kill niggas, and I deal with 'em, still dealing these.
And my base got a little bigger like Phil with your Hillary.
I peel niggas like literally, leave 'em dead like chivalry.
Shoot bricks like Pistol Pete, let you hear that pistol speak. Smoking on the purp aloud, can't you smell that?
It's a reek. Money to the ceiling, dog, pockets full of celery.
Making bands and making laws, that hood shit and it's still in me. Take a stand, I take it all.
She take it off when I really beef. Erking off and I surf and bob.
That herb is soft, let a nigga skeef. The fake is starving, my fate applaud.
When I let it crawl, it let semen speak. Get you all involved and I call the mob. We all raw and we really G.
See this the G code. We stick to everything that we know. C-notes is what
I'm getting off a free throw. Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke.
Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox.
G code, we stick to everything that we know. C-notes is what I'm getting off a free throw.
Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke. Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox.
I ride, I ride with my niggas on my side.
Got some minors, some maniacs, we all killers inside. Hey, tote the tools and it's spray you, dude.
Don't fuck around and get it misconstrued. Got the cannons to blow you up out your shoes.
Don't worry about the body, ain't making the news. Fuck with us and it's a death wish.
Fuck the police, where the evidence?
I ain't telling y'all shit, nigga, so don't bring me in for no questioning. Live or die by the G code. I shoot you easy like a free throw.
I'm selling everything by the boat. Kush, corn bars in the XO. Turning up the truck and
I'm booming while I'm bumping that gutter music.
Just focused in on my hustling while I'm trapping, slowing up traffic. I'm talking weight 'cause I'm overweight.
My pockets full and all out of shape. All I know is to get the cake, and-
English translation
Chill.
The G code, nigga.
Running through these tracks like I'm running through these checks.
It's the G code. Huh.
Ayy. See this the G code. We stick to everything that we know. C-notes is what
I'm getting off a free throw.
Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke.
Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox.
G code, we stick to everything that we know.
C-notes is what I'm getting off a free throw. Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke.
Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox.
My Ten Commandments is written from the commander and sent it. I ride with bandits and women that just might damage your Civic.
I can't get jammed with a sentence 'cause all my fam gon' come with it.
I talk that grandma, I spit it. I just be handling business. Yeah, it's mob over everything.
If you ain't mob, can't help you, man.
If you ain't raw, can't help but aim and put two in yours like a welterweight. I'm rolling, nigga, I can't help but skate.
Blowing steroids, they can't help but hate. I'm Air Jordan on every play.
They rushing in and I fade away. Yeah, it's mob over everything.
If you ain't mob, can't help you, man.
If you ain't raw, can't help but aim and put two in yours like a welterweight. I'm rolling, nigga, I can't help but skate.
Blowing steroids, they can't help but hate. I'm Air Jordan on every play.
They rushing in and I fade away. I'm twenty-four, so them 808s'll come and call me Brown when I elevate.
Keep it real like every day. I'm grinding, getting my checks straight.
Riding in that Chevrolet, getting back and from the beach parlay.
Still in the hood, man, yeah, I talk hood game. Nigga getting cake like every way. Like every day.
See this the G code. We stick to everything that we know.
C-notes is what I'm getting off a free throw. Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke.
Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox. G code, we stick to everything that we know.
C-notes is what I'm getting off a free throw.
Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke. Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox.
Come spend the money, I'm on a spending spree. I got 100 guns and we plenty deep.
They act a fool and you meet your G. So keep it cool or see plenty me.
Christian rock and Hennessy, on my way to Tennessee.
Smoking up that Tallahassee, draped in all this Italy.
Rocking with these real niggas 'cause them real niggas be feeling me. I got lil' niggas who kill niggas, and I deal with 'em, still dealing these.
And my base got a little bigger like Phil with your Hillary.
I peel niggas like literally, leave 'em dead like chivalry.
Shoot bricks like Pistol Pete, let you hear that pistol speak. Smoking on the purp aloud, can't you smell that?
It's a reek. Money to the ceiling, dog, pockets full of celery.
Making bands and making laws, that hood shit and it's still in me. Take a stand, I take it all.
She take it off when I really beef. Erking off and I surf and bob.
That herb is soft, let a nigga skeef. The fake is starving, my fate applaud.
When I let it crawl, it let semen speak. Get you all involved and I call the mob. We all raw and we really G.
See this the G code. We stick to everything that we know. C-notes is what
I'm getting off a free throw. Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke.
Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox.
G code, we stick to everything that we know. C-notes is what I'm getting off a free throw.
Heat cold, but this burner cause a heat stroke. Freak hoes, but in the morning call 'em detox.
I ride, I ride with my niggas on my side.
Got some minors, some maniacs, we all killers inside. Hey, tote the tools and it's spray you, dude.
Don't fuck around and get it misconstrued. Got the cannons to blow you up out your shoes.
Don't worry about the body, ain't making the news. Fuck with us and it's a death wish.
Fuck the police, where the evidence?
I ain't telling y'all shit, nigga, so don't bring me in for no questioning. Live or die by the G code. I shoot you easy like a free throw.
I'm selling everything by the boat. Kush, corn bars in the XO. Turning up the truck and
I'm booming while I'm bumping that gutter music.
Just focused in on my hustling while I'm trapping, slowing up traffic. I'm talking weight 'cause I'm overweight.
My pockets full and all out of shape. All I know is to get the cake, and-