Rome Streetz, B.A Badd - Codes lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz, B.A Badd - Codes lyrics]
I'm dappin lame niggas with the left hand
I stretch grams
And leave opps in the spital with a bedpan
I don't care about the hood you claim and
Ma fuck ya dead mans ya shooters
Not shooters and ya younging won't
Get you less than 10 behind the iron gate
That pussy wouldn't slide on base
Why you so aggressive rapping boy
You looking out of place
Now you say you know the plug
Why you supplying weight
Never took it out of state
U probably couldn't provide an 8th
You need to get ya lying straight
Before you crib outlined with tape
I heard you told up on ya case
It's fuck you till your dying day
And the day after that
And the day after that
If you can't comprehend it then
You aren't from my habitat
Story we ain't jacking that
Rollie on then we jacking that
Chain on then I'm snatching
Hit the club then hit the cabbage patch
Shorty cute I'm smashing that
Kept my boots on and my hat attached
Once I'm done I pass her back
Kill the booth when I speak these facts
(Badd)
Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that
Put it on the stove where my apron at
I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts
Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that
Put it on the stove where my apron at
I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts
Yo you niggas frauding when you recording
You only know the plug because you gave him
A small fortune of what your snorting
But let you tell it son you're the boss man
Fuck nigga your mother should
Of had an abortion
I'm tearing heads the fuck off until I'm
Pulling the Porsche in the red Carrera
Got smoke for whoever in this era
Bet whatever
You off the roof like christ bearer
Got stripes like an off white sweater
You got better but ya shit still trash
The gun handle is rubber but I still
Crack ya forehead with the steel half
If you holding any work or
Jewels then we steal that
You heard I been shitting on
These niggas it's still that
And ain't shit changing up
Still got em in the spot taking bumps
Bags full of flake we exchange for bumps
Know wild niggas Dippin boogies
In the angel dust
Squares try angles but they will never
Be the same as us
Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that
Put it on the stove where my apron at
I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts
Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that
Put it on the stove where my apron at
I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts
I stretch grams
And leave opps in the spital with a bedpan
I don't care about the hood you claim and
Ma fuck ya dead mans ya shooters
Not shooters and ya younging won't
Get you less than 10 behind the iron gate
That pussy wouldn't slide on base
Why you so aggressive rapping boy
You looking out of place
Now you say you know the plug
Why you supplying weight
Never took it out of state
U probably couldn't provide an 8th
You need to get ya lying straight
Before you crib outlined with tape
I heard you told up on ya case
It's fuck you till your dying day
And the day after that
And the day after that
If you can't comprehend it then
You aren't from my habitat
Story we ain't jacking that
Rollie on then we jacking that
Chain on then I'm snatching
Hit the club then hit the cabbage patch
Shorty cute I'm smashing that
Kept my boots on and my hat attached
Once I'm done I pass her back
Kill the booth when I speak these facts
(Badd)
Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that
Put it on the stove where my apron at
I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts
Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that
Put it on the stove where my apron at
I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts
Yo you niggas frauding when you recording
You only know the plug because you gave him
A small fortune of what your snorting
But let you tell it son you're the boss man
Fuck nigga your mother should
Of had an abortion
I'm tearing heads the fuck off until I'm
Pulling the Porsche in the red Carrera
Got smoke for whoever in this era
Bet whatever
You off the roof like christ bearer
Got stripes like an off white sweater
You got better but ya shit still trash
The gun handle is rubber but I still
Crack ya forehead with the steel half
If you holding any work or
Jewels then we steal that
You heard I been shitting on
These niggas it's still that
And ain't shit changing up
Still got em in the spot taking bumps
Bags full of flake we exchange for bumps
Know wild niggas Dippin boogies
In the angel dust
Squares try angles but they will never
Be the same as us
Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that
Put it on the stove where my apron at
I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts
Sticking to the codes I ain't breaking that
Put it on the stove where my apron at
I put it on my soul I ain't faking jacks
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts
I put it on my soul that I'm stating facts