The Code (feat. Glocboys) - Barry Brizzy

You need to get this shit straight Shawty You where easy to replace shawty So i said fuck it let my bros hit You don't know the game baby But you been thinking that you run Shit Stop playing you dumb bitch See you fucked my bro Then you fucked with me Then some weeks went by And now you joined the team Because we fucking you like baseball I mean pool and you're the eight ball Or maybe its lacrosse and this the Face off Yea why you tripping Yo body count been going up that's your decision And me I just been blowing up painting my vision I gotta thank god that I'm over you You thinking that you splitting up the Crew But girl we had fun with you We some escamo bros for the trash Hoes Cause its easy to assist to the next Dude All these fucking bitches For the bros I swear For the bros I swear She really think I'm hurting But I do not care I said I do not care I wanted you at first but its all right I mean I still piped Passed to the bros cause yo Neck game was light And when you on top You don't know how to ride I been living life what's up I got liquor in my cup Im bout to through up from this Henny That ain't me but fuck it bruh She told me nigga stop bitchen Well fuck you too give no fucks All these bitches down to fuck Then they catch feeling out of luck Just like rode wave said I wear my heart on my sleeve All these fucking bitches saying That they're out of my league Keep doing me bitch Now that im out of your sheets Bitch your crazy if you thought You could ever hurt me I got some people right behind me That will ride out for me And if think im playing games You can come and test me Choppers blowing out your back Like we was smoking the trees I said I'm growing on my own You can never change me Distant memories got me trippen I cannot just deal Too many times I'm left in my feelings So fuck hoe you feel I was left alone for a long long time Now I'm back up its about damn time To pick up the pieces To find a place Just to hide away Digging holes that's deeper Than philosophy Yea Like what the fuck you want I jump up on And know you back and forth And now I'm gone Yea talk to me like what you want You keep company you always on Never pop up stiff I was in a jet Now you wet Babygirl you drip I don't ever trip On you you be wearing j's That I putt on you You be trippen And you sticking like glue All these fucking bitches For the bros I swear For the bros I swear She really think I'm hurting But I do not care I said I do not care I wanted you at first but its all right I mean I still piped Passed to the bros cause yo Neck game was light And when you on top You don't know how to ride

One One (one, one, one, one, one, one, one) One boy run up, two boys get done up Three women weep, all for the come up Five cops, lookin' for someone Three new arrests, two ain't even done' none (Shh) That's rule number one (Shh) Rule number one, never leave your front door without a gun I ain't no killer but don't push me, I'll be reachin' for my fun shit My money long now I can get a nigga done 'Cause most of these niggas pussy And most of these niggas broke A few of 'em might dance but none of 'em toe to toe I'm too worried 'bout the money to be fuckin' wit' y'all Y'all too worried 'bout the bitches, y'all priorities off If they catch you with the pistol, hit the bushes and toss If they pull you over, hit the gas and get lost, get lost In a world where the world win Make me wanna spin a nigga block like a whirlwind I used to have a heart now it's lost, but I'm searching (Dot, dot, dot, dot) still searching One boy run up, two boys get done up Three women weep, all for the come up Five cops, lookin' for someone Three new arrests, two ain't even done' none (Shh) That's rule number one Never leave a holder keep a hush (shh) Rule number one They kiss and tell so much, they all got thrush Everybody got images, everybody got problems Everybody gon' tell on you, never spill out yo' problems Give a nigga a bottle of water they want the sea Give a nigga a honeycomb, prolly gon' take yo' bees Life ain't never been free, everybody got fees Leave my house, I got my pistol, if it jam I won't leave How my life could turn to this, I'm in a white community Guess the money all the same from the hill to the streets Every beat that I felt was raising my clientele Every brick that he felt was raising his clientele Life get closer to them Heaven gates every time you raise hell Let's just pray that the circle you claim don't go and tell 'Cause that's One boy run up, two boys get done up Three women weep, all for the come up Five cops, lookin' for someone Three new arrests, two ain't even done' none (Shh) That's rule number one