A$ton Matthews - The Code lyrics

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A$ton Matthews - The Code lyrics

[Verse 1] Fingernails dirty, I've been grinding since 4:30 Magic on the block, won't pa** a rock if you're not worthy The bigs that used to curve me on my dick now The n***as that wanted me dead wanna be friends now But I don't need no f** n***a or b**h, I'm threw with this sh** My ties that give n***as these clips, my whole dick don't give a dick Unless that a** fat enough for her to smuggle a brick Now I have a b**h a whole 36, I think I'm going crazy A n***a been on some f**ing rogue sh** lately These n***as got nowhere, sipping with me 380 Got if from the boys hide the work in the pampers of the baby These n***as step back so I'm out of reach Got in my suit and tie now, their dough is not seen They say d**h is at the tongue before my name, my n***a And you'll be down f** n***a, I'm not the one [Hook] f** n***as, no, I don't f** with n***as Trust these n***as, no, I don't trust these n***as Love these hoes, no, I don't love these hoes Ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code f** n***as, no, I don't f** with n***as Trust these n***as, no, I don't trust these n***as Love these hoes, no, I don't love these hoes Ride them foes, better get to the dough, stick to the code [Verse 2] About to turn up, John Tuck, crane oughta come up Before I get my wing clubbed And before the pigs try to get my wrist cuffed Gotta get it, never had it, brought it up and I let 'em have it They talk, they chit chatter, drum roll please, yeah, I'm brick ' Riding around town with your b**h on me She never wanna look for me, tattered b**h, get on knees You know she put her lips on me Loving these hoes, I'm gonna toss in the dough, if she drop it, I fall And pick it up slowly, want your tips, gotta show me Standard tits on the folly, don't you act like you know me Spilled the Chris on my Roley, f** a b**h, f** her homie There's not enough tattered and phony Got the bricks out the U hall, I got that red nose, that Rudolph Take a sniff, boy, you fruit ball, p**y Word around town is they ride it right But we the homies wanna count commas, dropping by [Hook]