G:Code
Lil Durk, LeVeon Bell
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Stick to the G code
Stick to the G code
Stick to the-
Stick to the G-
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
Ayy, ayy
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
A lot of them niggas go kill if I tell 'em
And niggas gonna try to snake me out if I let 'em
My dawg came home for a murder, it was fishy
Only time you really make it out is by a stretcher
My close homie told me if I was dead, it'd be better
Man, I regret I had nothin' in the stretcher
Can't pop a dot too strong, need a Tesla
Jeans by Amiri, two thousand for the sweater
My homie got my homie bitch pregnant, it was hectic
I'm from Chicago, I sleep with my weapon
I know a old head who snitch he infected
My vale said save they self and they did it (come on)
I done got high, got nervous
I done went broke twice, kept splurgin'
Made her play with her pussy in person
'Cause that FaceTime really wasn't workin'
Two cars from the jail, I'm a merchant
Gotta talk to my dawg, it's urgent
Can I talk to my child, it's urgent
Know a bitch set you up for some purses
Them niggas keep dyin' in the streets
My tape went diamond in the streets
I ain't gon' talk about no murders
I ain't gon' talk about no robberies
I ain't gon' trick up on no scammers
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
I can't tell on them, I'm-
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
I can't tell on them, I'm-
Stick to the G code
Stick to the G code
Stick to the G code
Stick to the G code
No, I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
No, I can't tell on him, I'm sorry
I don't know about no bodies, I'm sorry
I don't know about lil'-, I'm sorry, yeah
Sorry, not sorry
If you play games, you get played like Atari
You on the bench, please don't talk 'til you startin'
This life shit a movie, I'm the one that be starrin'
I'm in the yo like I play in the Garden
They know I'm ballin' just like I am Harden
These bitches know my pockets the largest
They see the foreigns a nigga be parkin'
I got these diamonds, they shinin' on me
That's why these bitches be flyin' to me
These bitches geekin', ain't for no reason
I got a different bitch come every weekend
I got these niggas, they hatin' on me
I got these bitches, they waitin' on me
They say the internet is undefeated, but not one time have I felt defeated, yeah
Bitches, I got them addicted, I gotta watch my back knowin' they wicked, yeah
Fuckin' with me, it get sticky, I blow a ticket 'cause I got no limit, yeah
She ride with me 'cause I'm winnin', they hate that I'm spittin', I take that offensive, yeah
I get to snappin' and say, "Fuck all my critics"
I done it, they hate that I did it, yeah
I ain't gon' talk about no murders
I ain't gon' talk about no robberies
I ain't gon' trick up on no scammers
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
I can't tell on them, I'm-
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
I can't tell on them, I'm-
Stick to the G code
Stick to the G code
Stick to the G code
Stick to the G code
No, I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
No, I can't tell on him, I'm sorry
I don't know about no bodies, I'm sorry
I don't know about lil'-, I'm sorry, yeah
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