Mal Griffey - The Code lyrics

[Intro: Mal Griffey] No No No No No No No No (x3) [Hook: Mal Griffey] We heavy but we on the low We heavy but we on the low We heavy but we on the low They gon' follow where we go Don't love a ho, don't love a ho No No No No No No No No Don't love a ho, don't love a ho No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No [Verse 1: Mal Griffey] My chick prima donna Hit then I'm fin like piranhas All this green in here, you would think I knew Wanda Look bus time up if she ain't give vagina Don't sweat me For you mess up my line up My crew is so low get on all fours to find us On all fours to find us Spitting that nasty, Drake and Madonna n***as is hating but that was expected And I flow like Progressive Y'all ain't getting the message Shine like a prezi, I think I'm elected Eating these rappers, I think I want seconds Make the song cry, I think I'm sympathetic Splash on your ho, I think she was electric She static shocked, D.C Comics Collection This progression is rare Made more n***as disappear than those pregnancy scares Squad is coming, you gon' need more prayers than Kevin Ware Tell them where and jump on it, skater on 7-stair And get to preying on you, better have a reverend near Put a rapper in a box, no we don't mess with no squares Tell a ho I don't need her, it's thots in the air I got the hot hand and I'm catching careers [Hook: Mal Griffey] We heavy but we on the low We heavy but we on the low We heavy but we on the low They gon' follow where we go Don't love a ho, don't love a ho No No No No No No No No Don't love a ho, don't love a ho No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No [Verse 2: Mal Griffey] Running rap, I got endurance Spitting like a tommy, this is not Martin Lawrence Hook up with your girl and then I put it on the Chorus We don't got no picks, we the opposite of tourists I mean I tour a wrist wearing this watch The face so nasty, would've thought a zit popped At the top with my feet up, you would think I kick-box Don't gas these hoes, that's why they made pit-stops And I'ma score if I get the outlet Came from the mud, now I look like a pilot Look like I fly jets Voice like it's Pyrex Food for thought, it might be hard to digest And I'm from Philadel' As far as k**ing well n***as leave bullet holes the size of wishing wells Putting prices on heads, wishing well Hating how far I go, Im'a still wish them well Of course I'm doing well, I swim with the sharks I got the spark Selling my music, just watch out for narcs My drive couldn't crash if I parallel-parked The homie keep iron like his last name was stark This verse like the Gospel, I think that I'm Mark They feel for me like they are stuck in the dark My chicks come in two's, this is not Noah's ark This is not Noah's ark [Hook: Mal Griffey] We heavy but we on the low We heavy but we on the low We heavy but we on the low They gon' follow where we go Don't love a ho, don't love a ho No No No No No No No No Don't love a ho, don't love a ho No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No